You tried to talk to me or get me to look you in the eyes
so I kissed you too roughly to get a single syllable out

and when you gasped for air and answers I put your fingers in my mouth because you always say it turns you on more than anything else

but I just wanted to turn your brain off this time

so we fumbled in the backseat of your jeep
and watched for headlights coming up the street

and I kept my mouth busy
because honestly I lack the ability of knowing what to say

please don’t make it ******* me

I get sad too quickly and I wish I could change that
I get angry and I jump to conclusions like a summer time diving board

Its 4:30 pm and you still haven’t spoken to me
but I saw a conversation that you had 2 hours ago with your ex girlfriend and I never thought I would hate someone
who lives in a different country so much

she's never even kissed you so why does it matter to me
I like to lie to myself
and convince my brain I have more than enough confidence
and I think I might have tricked my eyes but the mind just isn’t as easy

I hate you (don’t leave me)

I've never tried this hard with anyone
and I think that's because I am more desperate
than even I would care to know

I think this (us) could really be the end

you know like we could be together forever

after I **** any other girl you’ve ever spoken to or passed on the street

yeah I think we are really meant to be

He's scratching his head,
and all I can think about is feeling
his nails raking through my own hair.

Or his hands gliding all over my warm back.
****.

There's a boy in my band class.
He wears a white mask that covers his whole face,
with the exception of his mouth and eyes.

He watches every female that walks by
with open eyes
and a perverted mind.

I have absolutely
no inspiration
without you here.

**The end.

Put the cigarettes down,
get in the ******* shower.

Don't ******* carry you into the shower,
and bathe you,
because I will if that's what you need.

I'm not going to sit here
and watch you
waste your life away, ok?

I'm going to try to help you no matter what.

Tiresome he choked
Scuffling on the cold wood floor
Waxed thoroughly, his eyes meets the cracks of another him
An alternate view adjacent and new
Conquering the present with its futuristic view
Wounds appear, slapping, scrapping, and screeching
He doesn’t want this life
It’s not his for the keeping
Gliding across, fingers numb and broken
His tears fall too loudly, rudely outspoken
Another him gleaming and cunning
Wraps his wrist with grips unreal
Forcefully pulled, head first into another him
Unwillingly christened, knees bandaged and bruised
New, He stands up tall, forgetfully leaves behind
The now scuffed, raw *****, cold, wood floor

The sun sets
Leaving whispers of the days events
The night brings freedom and enchantment
It is your time to dream and relinquish encumbrance
No longer hindered by obligations
May you rest
In a guilt free slumber and peaceful meditations
Meet the dawn in your boldest form
and take a moment to appreciate plus adore
The gift of another sunrise
Because everyone eventually dies