When do I stop liking getting hurt?
How do I stop seeing pain as proof

If you stare long enough
You’ll start to notice the cracks
So please,
Look away.

Why is it that the best people have the worst luck?

all the city lights combined
would only be half
as bright as you

fraying bandages adorn my fingers in place of glistening jewels

we acted as though we held all the time in the world in the palms of our calloused hands

the stars stuck to my ceiling
don’t glow in the dark anymore

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

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

everything and nothing shifts all at once

"They are dead," he says.
"And you are alive and have been for eons.
When will you stop walking amongst the ghosts?"

I can see it in your eyes
And I can taste it in your lips
I feel it on your wrists
Why are you in such pain?

Burn, and let the sparks engulf you
Scorching your skin
In order to strengthen your mind

the world stops for no one,
but, maybe, it might
slow down for us, my love

Even angels would fall for you

we are naught but a passage in history
to be swept away at the turn of the page

Something dangerous is in the curve of her lips.
I wonder what my name would sound like coming from them,
how her tongue might wrap around the letters,
if she'd chew on the syllables.

It could be hers. If she wanted it.

you are... good.
good in a way i think i’ve forgotten how to be.

The sky isn’t the only thing crying tonight

I want a life worth writing about

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

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

you were not meant to be a dying star,
not when you could burn as brightly as the sun

She walks around the city now with the weight of a dead man’s armor on her back.
Sometimes it feels so heavy she can't breathe.
She feels the weight of a dead man’s armor on her back and the weight of a dead man’s memory and she wonders how she’s going to survive this.

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

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

Why is it that
All artists are mad
And poets sad?

I didn’t think love was suppose to hurt

Should I hang in there
For just one more day?

I have not felt very real since I've come here

Have you ever been seated in class and just wondered what if?
What if I just stood up and walked out
What if I threw my desk
What if I shouted and interrupted the teacher
Would it be worth it to just scream?
Alas, we know the answer to this question
We’d be sent down to the office
We’d be yelled at and punished
And so,
We stay seated.