WHAT IF I TOLD YOU HOW SCARED SHE IS. WHAT IF I TOLD YOU HOW SHE WATCHES THE WAY SHE WALKS, BECAUSE THE LAST TIME SHE FELL IN LOVE, SHE HIT THE GROUND. AND SHE WOULD OFFER HIM HER HEART BUT IT'S BEEN EATEN AT AND STORED IN A DOGGY BAG AROUND A CORNER WITHIN HER CHEST - AND SHE CANNOT HELP BUT ALWAYS FEEL LEFTOVER. WHAT IF I TOLD YOU THAT SHE'S SCARED OF FEELING.
BECAUSE IT DOESN'T FEEL HER BACK.

people in love are more beautiful
than people who are not in love

you can see them becoming more awake
like for the first time something really matters

little lights shining in their eyes
when they hear the name of the person they adore most
the feeling that the time stops when you are with this human

but that wasn't the world I lived in

the princess in ******* you up
the queen of ******* you over
thats what they have always called me
and the only king I have ever had was a bottle of *****

every minute of the day we were talking
but whenever I was near you it always felt like sleepwalking

I didn't deserve a lover like you

you were like the gold I could never afford
you were like the clouds in the sky that I could never touch

life was a game and we were losing
or maybe I was just born different.

It is only when one feels the hurt
That one truly understands
That love is similar to a game of poker
It is sweet yet sorrowful at the same time
Slowly you allow yourself to focus in the poisonous goal of winning the game
That you forget the possibility of losing everything

they say Im a heartbreaker
so dont get to close, I will tear your universe apart
the stars will stop shining when I am done with you
at least that is what the people say

but most of the time these people are forgetting something

I am not doing this on purpose
I am not trying to smash every piece apart

my love for you just doesn't excist in the world I live
because I do see the way you look at me..
but I just don't believe the way you look is right for me

I need someone who fights back, someone strong
a person who knows how to handle me at my worst

in my own world everything is a little bit more beautiful
in my mind these gardens are a little bit more magical
true lovers together touching the clouds in the sky
you can't blame me for being a dreamer

they say Im a heartbreaker
but darling don't throw your heart into the ocean
if it didn't knew how to swim in the first place

I am in such a **** mood,
the mountains have no meaning.
Big ******* rocks.

*******, dad.
*******, Fox News.
*******, Indiana.

None of you *******
know what irony is.
Google that ****.
Jesus Christ.

There are yellow streams--
that's poetic ****.
There are ruby stained sheets--
that's blood, obviously,
and, I dunno,
maybe somebody died on a bed?

Everyone can **** my ****.

To be or not to be,
that is the
shut the **** up.

Rapists are disgusting people.
They aren't people.

******* idiots.
Romanticizing everything
you wish you had
because
suicide, mental illness,
and eating disorders
make you cool,
riiiigghhhttt?
*******.
If you do this,
you aren't interesting.
You're just you.
Get used to it.
There are people
that go through
these issues
and they don't think
it's ******* rad,
*******.

I hate 75% of the south.
The south will rise again?
Get the **** out of here.

Stalin was a ****.

Most writers are *****.
Most of them ****.
I don't care.

For the love of "God",
if I read one more poem
about what poetry is
or how to define a poet,
I'll slam my head against
a ******* knife.

Some people are so dumb.
Most ******* people.
******* pseudo-knowledge.
Armchair philosophers.
If you guys wanted
to **** yourself,
you could jump
from your ego
to your IQ.

Something, something, imagery.
Metaphor.