You were red,
I was blue.
You turn lilac whenever I'm near,
Then red violet when you talk to me.
I turn teal when you smile,
Then uncertain as indigo when you call my name.
Then yellow came around,
You turned orange.
I turned green.
Whenever you're with me I turn you brown.
Now I disgust you.
Now I ***** you.
I strip myself of the hues I've made.
Now I'm just black.
Devoid of anything, of anyone.
Of us, of you.

Tick tock, the clock strikes twelve
and I am not myself
I twist and I squirm and I roll on my bed
and think of things I should have said

Tick tock, it's late but I'm up
I think I need a dose or a cup
of you whom I adore,
of you whom I wake up for

Tick tock, it's a new day again
and I'll tell you this cause I can
I love you every minute of every day
so will you promise me you'll stay?


*g.b.

I'd always thought I had more self respect
Than to let someone touch me when I didn't want them to
But I realize now it's not really about self-respect
Not with who I am right now
Because when you're not living for yourself-
Or, let me rephrase that,
You care for other people, so you haven't killed yourself-
You get out of practice with saying what you want
No matter whether you love who you are or not

I want you to stop touching me, it's starting to bother me, to eat away at my happiness before I sleep at night

Some part of me is still the princess
It's how I survive the dark, I play the ultimate innocent part
Trying to be perfect, polite, and kind
I don't want to make you feel bad or apologize
Self-sacrificing
Controllable

It comes down to how controllable I can be
Whether I can make the words fall off my tongue, for myself
Or whether I will bite them off before they begin, for you

*Life for yourself, as quick as you can
It only gets harder the farther away you get

The scent of your hair isn't the one I want
Clinging to my fingertips as I lie in bed
The fog on all six windows is there because of
Your heart and my hands,
But the rest of me is missing.
I left it with someone else, somewhere else
Barely visible walls and a low off white ceiling.
I'd like to say I'm thinking with my head
And not my heart,
But neither is true when it comes to you.
It's that one part of me,
Selfish and cruel,
That I never wanted to be
That I want no one to see

Love is when you understand
that she doesn't understand
everything you assume she understands.

But love fails
when you feel
that she won't understand
and decide not to make her understand
because she for sure understands that
and choose to overlook it as a misunderstanding.

I hope you understand!!

What
Could
We
Do
Today
If  
There
Is
No
Tomorrow ?

River
A boat
Fire
Lone
Light
A man