Whoever said kisses
taste like sugar

has
either
no experience

or no imagination.

Put it back
Put it all away
Don't try to take it if you can't pay

Its not nice to steal
Its not nice to bite
The last thing I want to do is fight

What happened to your care
What happened to your touch
Its not fair you made me love you so much

Truth is I miss you
Truth is you're my world
Talking all night will never get old

Please stop messing around
Please stop making me feel
Tell me you love me and that love is real

Never leave me alone
Never leave me to my brain
I tend to let myself go insane

I think that you care
I think that you know
You're just too afraid to let that love show

I can't be sure
I can't know it at all
But I wish just for once that you'd let yourself fall

I love you
I love you
I guess that's all

i want to lick misery
i want to ****** heartache.
is it possible to hold pain?
to grasp the glass shards
that pierce through flesh;
the edges that cut through
bone and muscle
to make its way to your heart?
is it possible to taste the bitterness
that you've caused me?
my tongue is searching for the sour --
the sting that will help me know
it isn't all in my head.
is it possible to bottle my thoughts?
contain all the memories i have of you?

i don't know if i'd burn them
or bury them between my sheets.

                                      *-lf-

I want to scream until I reach absolute silence
I want to ruin everything with such violence
I want to cut these locks
I want to shed this skin
I want to bleed cold blood,
want to breathe destruction in.

I want my cynicism to rot
I want to be granted rebirth.
I want to see the sun, for once
I want to see my worth.

I want to feel alive
Want to feel reality.

I'm ready to be human
I've accepted mortality.

*-lf-

As children
We learn
That smiles are only
Upside down frowns
The absence of sadness
Rather than the presence of joy

In middle school
The faltering grins
Become even more fake
Once we realize
That the appearance of bliss
Is just as convincing as
The real thing

Then during adolescence
Masks are constructed
Using a forcedly cheerful expression
To hide
The trails of hot tears
The pretty little lines under long sleeves
The hollow cheeks and ribs and collarbones
The terrified surrender to sweet liars
The truth

We spend our whole lives
Pretending not to be miserable
That it’s no wonder the people watching
Do not
Can not
Believe the genuine smiles
On the faces of our
Finally happy
Corpses