it was in the middle of the night

they hadn't seen each other for such a long time
suddenly laughter and old memories came back again
remember the time when it was you and me against the world

everything could have been so different
but they never truely followed their hearts

this night he called her, he missed her, a part of him
he told her the words she wanted to hear, she craved for
this girl was weak and all over again she fell for him

the boy with the green eyes and a beautiful smile
he could be so charming and lovely if he wanted to
but he also had his moments, he was always fighting
it was a battle with himself and he could never win

she wanted back to the times when they were just kids in love
running in flower fields and swimming in the ocean
being reckless and getting way too drunk under the stars

something that we are not
is the thing I always wanted to be

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.

she lost her heart in things not persons
she lost her soul in moments not humans

today everything came to an end
they forced me to make a decison
not asking about what I wanted
and they didn't even realize all this
dragged me more into the dark than I allready was

making a pact with the devil sounded like the best option
maybe the only option I have left, maybe he can save me

thinking about the past always made me feel sick
but tomorrow I will realize I am still living there, in the past

after a while they let me alone, with all my thoughts
the light was dark and the room was empty, it was just me
empty like my soul and dark like my heart

I need to take a break, to get away from this place for a while
accepting who you are is a hard thing to do, but I will
someone told me there is nothing wrong with being yourself
and I hope the people around me will think I am good enough

because I am

my liver may be ****** but my heart is honest
and that is something you could never say
I loved you for the person that you were
not for the person that you are trying to be

you always told me that demons were haunting you
and that you couldn't do anything to stop them
except to give in, give them your life, your soul

he just never understood the things I said
how badly I needed him and only him
I didn't care about his demons and his dark moments
I didn't care about him not easily showing his emotions
he just never understood how much I loved him

one day at twilight the girl woke up at a crossroad
she could choose between two paths, one time, one path
one path was filled with light and the other was filled with darkness

the devil whisperd softly in her ear to choose the dark path
and she knew she would, her demons were stronger than her angels
her love for this boy was stronger than the will of going to heaven

her choice was darkness
her choice was to be his forever

and maybe hell wasn't that bad
because from the start he was her only light in this broken world.

summer is coming
and everything what I see reminds me of you
the sand on the beach reminds me of your blonde hair
the sea reminds me of your light blue eyes

summer is coming
and the flowers are blossoming
butterflies are being in love
and everything reminds me of him

I want this summer to be like last one
you and me together watching the stars
spending more time than there was in a day
the feeling of wanting to be with you forever

when I first met you there was something about you
but when I first met you my attention was not totally yours

he always told me how special I was, how wonderful
and I coulnd't even hear it, the biggest mistake I have ever made
now Im just waiting for you to come back to me

and deep inside he knows he wants her
but she isn't good for him
and deep inside she knows she needs him
but he always had his doubts

summer is coming
and my biggest fear came true
you never came back to me

everytime you fall asleep you risk never waking up
and maybe that's the reason why all she wanted to do was sleep

there once was this girl with a broken heart
it made her not wanting to feel any emotion
the pieces of her heart were lost at sea

all she wanted was someone to get them back together
she wanted to breathe again, she wanted her life back

I always loved holding your hands
even though your hands were always ice cold
I always loved having you near me
even though you can make me hate you

this love was meant to be
I could read it in your beautiful blue eyes
and even the stars were giving me these signs
everyone could see it, we were made for each other

you are a part of me
I am a part of you

and to be honest I think you dont even know
that all my thoughts are about you..
or maybe you do and you are just afraid of the truth

if I were you I would be scared too
I am terrifying and strange and mysterious
something not everyone knows how to love

for one last time please take me to see the stars
and drink way to much alcohol, let's get drunk
and share stories about our past and how disgusting it was

please just for one last time let me love you again.