I've got one thing I like from you.
And it's not very hard to do.
All you gotta do is be willing to do.

Send your love my way.
Like I be sending mine to you.

Love, this is my love request.
Yes, my love request to you.

You been selected to accept my invitation.
But realize my love isn't a consolation.
Cause still to this day love rules many nation.

This is my love request to you.

Like many fairy-tales written in books.
Our will have a happy ending too.

You ruined me.
There you go
Rolling
Down from your
Mountain
Top
Towards your very own
Suicide.
You've named it Epiphany.
She's dressed to ****,
Eager to as well.
You roll
down
Down,
down,
Your mountain top
Surrounded with
Her kisses.

Your suicide,
That final scene;
It ruined me.

I'm tired of being mad.*
You walked out my life and I blamed myself for it. I blamed myself for alot of the things you chose to do. You chose to walk out of my life and you chose to use herion.  I had nothing to do with those decisions. I hate to call you a terrible father but you are... you constantly lie to me, you always talk to me about selling drugs, you don't support me, you rarely call me, you weren't there for my birth and you don't even know that I lost my virginity. I wrote this in hopes to forgive you but i'm realizing that i'm not ready to forgive you. I just feel like if you really wanted to be in my life you would try harder to be in it but if not well, *I don't chase after anyone so if you wanna walk out my life, i'll hold the door open for you.

ever since i was a little girl my mother would drag me to neighbor's houses
and aunt's apartments.
where sown into pillows and hung on walls were the words,
"home is where the heart is."
i've never felt as home anywhere so much as
my bed and my bed has never felt so much like a coffin
as it has the past few years.
does that say something about me?
i've never felt at home
inside my head and my head
has never dragged me down like lead
so much as it has the past few years.
what does that ******* say about me?
there are a thousand ways to die;
a knife to the heart,
a house burning down.
a head burning itself
to the ******* ground.
every splinter in my heart feels like a knife
slamming its way through my sanity
and the flames are licking at the tips
of my fingers
like a lover's tongue.

the scent of cold
in the air
pine needles press
against
sensitive skin

nauseating sentimentality
returns with
wanting to see you again