повтаряй го момиче, докато кръвта не изтече от вените ти, повтаряй го докато не повърнеш, повтаряй го докато вече е просто звук, докато вече няма смисъл, докато толково те заболи че ще си помислиш че не е верно, повтаряй и повтаряй и повтаряй: *на него не му пука за теб

The oceans my tears produce aren't big enough to get through to you

there aren't any cliches about being broken left for me to spill onto this screen without leaving traces of my blood hidden in each meaning that's been studied over and over and over again

i don't want to think about how little or much you sleep or how much caffeine you drink to wake those tired eyes up because i know caffeine can't help and love can't work to distract a mind so full of distractions already

when it's two am or i'm drunk i think i miss you the most because it's only then i realise how alone i am and how perfectly my head fit on your bare shoulder but maybe the lesson that needs to be learned is that i'm stronger than the pain of missing you and you're lost in the emptiness of not desiring me

i wish i could send telepathic pumps of electric waves fuelled by the thoughts in my brain to your heart so that for a moment you could wake into a coma of happiness but if it were up to me you'd be asleep forever and i'd never want to pull the plug

maybe happiness really only does last in the moments when we least expect them but all i know is that somewhere in-between my hundreds of bruises and your thousands of insecurities i got lost in the cliche of a rose world and i was never read to give that up and i never want to let that go

tell me  you'll stay, even if it's only for another few seconds of this dream

They say with written letters,
Your blood takes the color of the ink.

Makes me wonder
Why we don't write them anymore.

Going away soon on an aeroplane
Leaving but I'll be back again
Eatting away my time
Each day I wish for you to be here

I think of Him
Of what He has done for me
He brought me up when I was down
He Comforted me
Never abandoned me
So this
This is my poem
Of Thanks