i could write so many ******* poems
about your stupid,
******* face.

i think my heart
grew strings
trying to forget you.

i thought you were different
when you didn’t leave any scars

but instead,
you opened up the old ones
and thought i wouldn’t notice

until i found myself lying on the floor,
wondering why i was bleeding again

I've wanted you ever since I learned how to want.

With a box full
of toys in your closet
and a mouthful
of love on your lips,
  you are just a boy

and there's something about your hometown
that makes me want to fill my lungs with poison,
its all awfully familiar.

Things are different now, but still the same.
     I still get random urges to kiss the top of your head.
     I still **** in my stomach when we have ***.
  but I'm more scared of losing you now

When my dad tried to teach
me how to ride a bike he said,
look at where you want to go,
look ahead,
and I still can't ride a bike, too busy
  staring at the ground.


"a lot of what floats in head comes from you, it always has been because you are me"

"I'm sorry but you're like the ******* sun,
I wasn't a bad kid I just was sort of the odd one,
She's not too naughty but I guess she ain't nice,
Her tongue is like poison and her *** is a spice

She walks like she's a winner losing the race,
She talks like she's a class act with undesirable taste,
She ***** like a rock star with an ugly face,
She runs like Forrest Gump but babe she's out of place."