Take me to a place
Even the roads cannot follow

I don’t want the world
Nor the moon
Or stars

I want you

Why is it
That I hate
The feeling
Of this
Heart
Beating
?

My mind has consumed my being

"I think I love you"
I confess in a whisper
And I can see in her daffodil eyes
The doubt and despair
That tear her apart

A gorgeous sort of sadness
Consumes me
The kind you want to inhale
And hide away in your heart

.

It won’t be like last time
It will never be like last time
Never again

loving you sounds like lots of fun

Why do I carry an umbrella
When I need
A storm shelter
To protect
Me
From
You

I suppose that
If this cold shell
Of a person
Could still feel

I'd feel hurt
And sad
Maybe angry?
And confused

I guess it's
A good thing
I stopped feeling
Long ago

I abso-*******-lutley want to freaking **** myself at the moment

his lips press against my own
somewhere in the universe,
supernovas explode,
and the impact echos in my core

I love you but I don’t want you

The sky isn’t the only thing crying tonight

She hung there. Suspense thick in the air as she clung by her fingertips. Figures hazily rushing towards her, their cries muffled by the roar of the irate sea beneath her. Lashes fluttered, eyes teary as the wind whipped about her loosening her grip further. Her fingers went slack. Stinging and discolored after hanging onto the serrated edge of the cliff for far too long. As she fell, hair lashing about her, limbs limp, she gave in. For even she knew, the ocean could not be sated. It would take what it wants and leave behind nothing but bitter memories of what once was. Acknowledging this brought acceptance. After all, who was she to refuse the turbulent tides wishes? The waves reached up towards her, similar to cold harsh hands grasping her body and pulling her further and further in. Even the diminishing sunlight was not allowed where she was headed. It brought an odd sort of comfort, knowing that at least she could catch a glimpse of Poseidon’s palace before she went. What a fool she was to think something so breathtaking could never be so chilling and ferocious.

Love is not a complicated word
And yet it caused all this trouble

Although I love you
It’s better that we’re through

The fire inside you
Managed to burn
Even fire itself

I want a life worth writing about

Weary eyes gaze out at sea
And worn hands drum
On weathered wood

A cigarette hanging
Loosely between his lips
As sea salt

Invaded his senses
And he surrendered
Himself to the sea
-atlas

I chased after you
But you disappeared
And I never had a chance
To catch up

For I couldn’t follow you
Where you were going

You weren’t going to
The ends of Earth
You were going beyond

But you needn’t worry
It might take me a
Little while

But one day
I’ll follow you
There as well

She lived and died with the cherry blossoms
She came to me blossoming in the spring
Only to brittle and fall away again in the fall

I miss the feeling of excitement
Of not being able to sleep because I’m too busy waiting for tomorrow
Of furiously reading a book to know the ending
And that feeling has slowly waned over the years
And now with school out
I have nothing to look forward to
I’m only 15, but I’m already so tired
I miss wanting to be awake
Even if it’s just for a little while longer