Why do you let him hug you?
Why do you let him touch you?
Why don't you want me to confront him?
Because he is only a friend.

When our relationship came to an end,
You went crawling back to him.
What a great friend
who took you from me.

And left me to die in the end.

Why?
Why would you leave me in a dead silence?
A place where my every demon lies.
A place with too much room for speculation.
A place where the knife burrows itself ever so close to my heart.
A place where injustices swirl.
A place with no hope to love that girl
I check for a response, to find none.
She reads and then leaves.
It takes two to have a conversation.
It takes two to be in a relationship.
But, hell I guess I'm not the right one.

Love is the conniving wolf dressed as an innocent sheep.

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Bones are ****** dry and carcasses are licked clean
Voices are taken away
Who would be there to tell you,
that you do not deserve this?
They are obliged to make every dream of yours
a combination of different hells.
The banshee is a devil,
for she daren't call for you;
and you daren't call for her.

These staircases spiral into traps
and the sun cuts these diamonds like a blade;
the night hides all the faces you have ever dreamed of
and sleep leaves you drenched in the venom of your very own fears.
Few knew how many battles have been fought in a losing war
and fewer knew better than to make it out half alive.

Perhaps a blessing in disguise,
or a master of disguise:
when they leave you alone, they really do.
and it'd be less of a chore
to speak to yourself, instead of for yourself
or to those around you.
An eagle is born to be held captive-
and when they will you to fly,
you would.

Some wake in the dusk
Some brew the wrong cup of coffee
Some brew the same kind of storm
It's hard to know if you were awake
or alive
when your name never did sound right
coming from someone else's lips.

Types of girls : *poetry-inked skin, hollow and fragile,dark circles, lack of eye contact, smeared mascara, not enough and too much

Someone who will shower me with affection,
and will take my love and hold it in his heart,
tenderly,
dearly.

With eyes that will watch me,
know me,
and will ask me what's wrong.

Arms that will old me together
so that I don't fall to pieces again.

Lips to whisper endearings,
to show me how much I mean to someone,
why I should still stay here;
lips to make me giggle shyly,
blush, and snort with laughter.
Lips of truth.

Hands to hold mine in,
to caress my face, and point the way.

Words to make me forget my demons behind,
to open up the seams I sewed in awhile ago,
and let all my feelings out,
and all of yours in.

And a mind to think for itself,
won't let me sway him,
independent and dependent.
Morals to be kept,
to never hurt.
Respectful, and pushy.
Sweet, caring.
Rough around the edges and soft in the middle.
My very own diamond in the rough.