The thing about love
See
Is that it can be everything, and nothing
Everywhere, and nowhere
Too much, and not enough.
All at once.
And it's hard to remember the beauty of the fire
After it burns and maims your skin.
But oh, but oh.
The beauty was there. The fire was there.
And the burn will never truly heal.

They aren't just scars.
They are the demons
I fought at 3 am.
They are my insecurities,
my deepest fears,
and my lonely nights.
They are the insults I have received and the
emotions I cant contain.
They are a part of me
and are what I have become.

There was nothing
still there is nothing

what all i have is
her graveyard
in my
heartlings...

I have to wonder if anyone wants to hear a 18 year old girl write about death as if she knows something on the topic.
Well death has touched me, in fact, death has kissed me.
Death wanted to **** me even, no word of a lie.
Death is flirtatious and comes on a little strong. He had his hand down my pants before he knew why he liked me.
He said the scars on my arms were a little too inviting.
His breath on my neck felt sweeter than you'd believe it to be.
I am young, but not naive. I knew he had plans and I knew what he wanted to do with me.

Midnight mist
In my hair
Breathe deep
There's no one there

Midnight mist
In my mouth
Sweep it up
Relieve your doubt