i like my mouth when its with yours
the way my lips seem so soft and alive
& how i smile when your mouth presses against mine

i like my hands when they're with yours
intertwined as if they belong there
& how my stubby fingers don't seem all that stubby when they're locked with yours

i like my legs when they're with yours
when we're lying in bed, i can drape mine over yours
& not for a second feel as if they're too heavy or too large

i like my freckles when they're with yours
when our faces are pressed together, they match
& its like a map which leads from my cheeks to yours

i like my nose when its with yours
the way our noses bump ever so lightly
making me smile everytime they do

i like my toes when they're with yours
the way i have to get on my tiptoes to reach you
& the struggle to reach your lips makes them all the more desirable

i like my voice when its with yours
its a sweet melody, the two of us laughing together
makes me wish we'd never stop talking

i like who i am
when i'm with you
because you make me feel
as if i am loved
as if i belong
as if i am cared for
as if i am significant
you make me feel
as if i am someone
in this world
where everyone feels
like a no one

hemmingway was right to say:
*"i like my body when it is with your body"

"I've always felt like a yellow skittle in a sea of red skittles."

"what a coincidence. yellow skittles happen to be my favorite flavor of skittles."

"ok."*

*"ok."

"i need you"
no, just your touch

"stay, don't go"
i need someone to hold me

"your arms feel like home"
no, they just help me forget

"I'll see you tomorrow"
or maybe just tomorrow night

"kiss me"
please do

"i really love you"
i really don't

"yours forever"
more like never

"you're more than just a lover"*
joke of the century

it'd be nice
to have someone
who would
love me
for
who i am
not
despite
who i am

for once
(i think)
I'd like to
get lost
in the crowd
instead of
getting lost
in
my **mind

i suppose i knew you no longer loved me
when you stopped saying "goodnight"
& began saying "*goodbye"

it comforts me knowing
that we share the same night sky

she's yelling at her reflection
as tears run down her pretty face
"you're happy, you're ******* happy"
she screams at the mirror
"you're ******* HAPPY
you have parents
and a home
a boyfriend
and a best friend
so what if daddy's packing his bags
and he's forgotten all the promises he made
and mommy's stopped talking
isolating herself from everyone
even her little girl
and that life under your roof is a living hell
because everyones coexisting
but no one speaks to each other besides over text
so what if your boyfriend lives miles away
you don't get to hug him everyday
it kills you knowing you can't hold him close
and that your best friend hasnt eaten in weeks
her hair's begun to fall out and and she's lost her personality
you have money and shelter and resources
you rich *****
BE HAPPY"

some people are so much easier to love after they’re




                                                            ­                                                    gone

it drains you
and it hurts
it makes you question
its worth
when it all ends
in tears and pain
you wonder if the shine
was really worth the rain
its pouring now
and you're all alone
wondering how long it's been
since the sun has shone
it doesn't matter though
time is just a number
nothing seems to truly matter
when you lose your best friend and lover

touching
you
was
like
listening
to
my
favorite
song
on
repeat

you always spoke of a brighter future
were you referring to the 9 to 5 jobs?
to the apple pie life
or the romance lacking relationship with your wife?
did you mean the mortgages,
the taxes, or the men with grey hair in grey suits?
the jobs you do just for the money
or the people who speak too much, but are still mute?
did you mean the polluted skies or the cursing taxi drivers?
did you mean the way when she touches you, you feel no fire?
how nothing makes you feel alive
but you’re still not really dead?
how nothing is wrong
but you’re itching to put a bullet through your head?
when you said you were working towards a better future
did you mean a life of monotony, dullness and boredom?
what happened to your love of adventure, of mystery,
to your dreams of martyrdom?

looking back now,
would you take it all back?
would you change the way you did things
fill in the gaps?
or would you continue to oblige to the rules and regulations
would you still mindlessly follow the system?
would you carry on doing what they tell you?
those who bossed you around, would you still be with them?
or would you soar and fly
ask questions, ask why?
would you run in the jungles
and climb the highest mountains
would you swim in the seas
and tell your beloveds that you love them?

we only have one life
and we’re always waiting for it to change
we’re working towards a future
to which we have no claim
live, live, I beg you to live
make mistakes and fall
then get back on your feet
don’t hesitate, take it all
for the future is not ours
and the past is too late
but we have the present
don’t let it go to waste

with a smile on my face
and a pout on my lips
i begged you to stay
just five more minutes
kiss me one more time

with tears in my eyes
and daggers in my heart
i begged you to stay
just five more minutes
kiss me *one last time

we’re all hung up on someone
whether it’s your highschool sweetheart
who now lives in Seattle, 4 hours away
or the man who had a one night stand with
when his wife was out of town
whether it was your boss
who you never had the guts to confess your love to
or your ex-husband
who ended up leaving you for a younger version
we go through the motions
we meet new people
and every now and then, we even fall in love
but at the end of it all
we're still stuck in the past
frozen to the memories
glued to the 'what-ifs' and the 'maybes'
we can’t help but want that one person
we can’t help but wish you were him
we can’t help but worry that he’ll never be ours
we’re all hung up on someone
*& I’m hung up on you

for truly,
who would ever want to kiss a girl
with cut lips
and scarred wrists?

when people ask you what your favorite color is it pains me to hear you say blue because you’d always told me there was no prettier color than the hazel-green of my eyes in the midday sunlight and what hurts more is that when you’re asked what kind of girl you see yourself falling in love with you don’t automatically respond by saying I am in love or I used to be in love but rather go on to describe exactly what I’m not and what I never was and it makes me question whether you were lying to me all along because I’m pretty sure I don’t have velvet hair or skinny arms I’m pretty sure I don’t have a lovely laugh or a freckled nose or any of the features you described as perfect I’m not quiet and I’m not funny I get sad a lot and I like long conversations about little things and I thought you did too but now you claim to hate everything I am and everything I love
how do you think I feel knowing that all your words were fake and all your conversations with me meaningless it hurts I swear to God it cuts me like a knife dipped in salt and vinegar and I don’t know how someone ever gets up after being pushed down so hard you make me feel like a fool who was played and who fell for the same dumb stories and the same dumb excuses over and over again but don’t you remember the way we laughed all night and the way we kissed in the middle of the street don’t you remember the way we swore we’d never let go when we sat on the top of the ferris wheel and the way I told you I’d follow you to the ends of the world don’t you remember the time we rolled down the highest hill and when we reached the bottom you picked the grass from my hair and put it above your lip like a mustache and I couldn’t stop laughing so you tickled me until I begged please stop please I’ll do anything
it’s hard to believe you’re the same person and it’s hard to believe that your sincerity was never there you’re such a good liar oh Lord you’re such a beautiful liar but please stop please I’ll do anything please stop declaring your love for fair girls with tumbling locks of fire kissed hair because i will never be that way and I never was that way and I don’t know if there’s a cure for heartbreak but even if there was I’m pretty sure it wouldn’t work on me anyway so please stop torturing me more than you need to I’m done I’m so done just let me go

I can see my future
you can see my past
you’re giving me the answers
I’m falling fast
window to the soul
gateway to my world
I’m losing myself
you can see for yourself
my walls are tearing down
my heads spinning round
your gaze is strong
you can do no wrong
see my every sin
see where I’ve been
I can’t hide now
I don’t know how
you asked me who I was
but this stare is enough
for you to know who I am
& who I was
for you to know
that I am in love

I’m looking for you
in every part of him
hoping when I hold his hand
I’ll be able to go back
to the time when
we swore we’d never let go
hoping when my lips touch his
it’ll remind me of the nights we didn’t sleep
and the days we spent in bed
hoping when I tell him about my day
it’ll be your voice replying
and telling me everything will be okay
if I squint my eyes
I can make myself believe he is you
even though he will never have your mesmerizing eyes
the deepest shade of mahogany brown- like hardwood
I remember the fire in your gaze
it set my mind, body and soul ablaze
his hair will never be quite messy enough
his handshake never so firm
his walk will always be too stiff
and his voice never deep enough
but maybe if I close my eyes
maybe if I silence my mind
maybe if I pray and hope and yearn enough
I will be able
to find parts of you
hidden inside him
and maybe,
just maybe,
I will be able to go back
to the time when it was you and i
and there is nothing
in the whole world
that I would want more

oh what a joy it is
to finally find someone
who can excite
both
your mind
and
your body

THIS IS WHAT YOU GET FOR LETTING YOUR WALLS DOWN
THIS IS WHAT YOU GET FOR LETTING SOMEONE IN
THIS IS WHAT YOU GET FOR LETTING YOUR HAIR DOWN
THIS IS WHAT YOU GET FOR LETTING YOUR GUARD DOWN
THIS IS WHAT YOU GET FOR LETTING YOURSELF GO
THIS IS WHAT YOU GET FOR LETTING SOMEONE CATCH YOU
THIS IS WHAT YOU GET FOR THINKING THEY’D ACTUALLY WANT TO
THIS IS WHAT YOU GET FOR BELIEVEING SOMEONE COULD BE DIFFERENT
THIS IS WHAT YOU GET FOR TRUSTING
THIS IS WHAT YOU GET FOR HOPING
THIS IS WHAT YOU GET FOR ANTICIPATING A BRIGHTER FUTURE
THIS IS WHAT YOU GET FOR BEING SUCH A ******* IDIOT
THIS IS WHAT YOU GET FOR FALLING IN LOVE