Love me or leave me
you'll end up setting me on fire
and ill end up as ashes
either way

Maybe heartache does make your mind work a little faster
helps you realise how completely ****** you are
helps you calculate the days you've spent on the right side of the bed staring at the left side as though her unruly curls will suddenly come back

you are like the sky
always changing but
forever magnificent

You told me write a book but all I could tell you was that
I had tried but I always abandon the work like the people I give my heart to abandon me

I just wanted to be a destination, or just a stop on your way, but what was I? Baggage. And somewhere along the way, you lost me

I'm sure getting stabbed repeatedly hurts less than the way your lip curled as you told me it'd be best if we were to end it then

But what if "the one" got away?

He could write poetry in the language of love
And he could sing and he could dance, he could have you spellbound with just a glance
And he would wait until the end
Just to say that you were just another small smile

He could solve his way to your heart like a math equation I could never understand

I'm the letter that you never sent, I'm the notebook you bought but never wrote in, I'm the aisle that's still wrapped up in plastic;
I'm dry paint brushes, month old lights, dusty shelves, heavy dictionaries, untouched pillows, coffee gone cold, window left open during rain

i've been repressing all these feelings for so long and when they come out they're usually through scars or scarring words

Funny how you pray for me; someone who doesn't believe in religion

Funny how I loved you; someone who never could feel

Its okay. You broke me. It's okay. Things break because they need to be fixed. It's okay. Maybe you're confused. Maybe you love her. It's okay. It's not like I'll love you forever, right? Things break because they need to be fixed.

I think it might be okay. I'm uncertain. I'm broken, it still hurts. It'll be okay. Sometimes things don't get fixed the way they used to be. It'll be okay. You lie. You love her. I think it'll take a little time for me to be okay. Sometimes things don't get fixed the way they used to be.

I don't know if it'll be okay. I'm lost. I'm still broken. I don't know if it'll be okay. It hurts to see you with her. I don't know if it'll be okay. You love her. You break me again. You love her. I don't know if I'll be okay. It hurts.

I don't think it'll be okay. I've been distracting myself with addictions like razors that need to be sharper and cigarettes that need to last longer. You still love her. You act like I'm not there. I don't think it'll be okay. I'm distracting myself with addictions that are becoming my life.

It won't be okay. I know; I have scars under my heart and my lungs are rotten. It'll take me years to get over this addiction. You love her. It's going to be years before I stop loving you. I buy another pack. Maybe our timing was wrong.

I'm not okay. I know; I woke up with a bottle of pills in my stomach, but I'm not dead. You kiss her at the end of the day at school. In front of everyone. I leave. Panic attacks in the school bus are in routine. I still love you. It hurts. It hurts. I don't think you'll stop loving her until I'm dead. God, I'm horrible.

It's been six months since I last saw you. I drank for the first time a week ago. I know you'd have a heart attack. If you were still here. You tell me you still love her but you couldn't do long distance because you were leaving for college and she was still in school. I'm not happy. I think it's stupid. If you loved someone that much, what's a thing like distance? I'm in a different continent than you are. I still love you. I look for you in crowds and I look for you in people. I wonder if we'd ever run into each other in the future and if you'd wanna try again. Probably not. I buy more packs.

It's been three years. Three years since I last saw you. I use nicotine patches and there are month old scars around my thighs. I smile and sometimes I can laugh without faking it. I'm in another country. I don't look for you in crowds anymore. I don't know if I'll be okay.

I don't see you in my best friend and that's something big. She can be like you, and I think I might like her. But not because of the similarities between you two. I don't know if I'm still in love you. I still feel empty and I still relapse from time to time. I guess when you love someone for so long you forget who you are without those feelings. I think it'll be okay.

I lack control and I crave it, yet I am afraid of it.

I want it to be so cold I can feel the warmth inside your mouth leave when you kiss me

I don't remember how you fingers felt through my hair on sunday mornings
I don't remember the colour of your skin against the bloodied tiles
I don't remember the dilation of your eyes as you confessed your love for me for the first time
I don't remember the way your eyes twinkled as you laughed
I don't remember you being happy
I don't remember being happy
I don't remember us the way we were supposed to be

It's new years and I know you still love her; I still love him but ******* when the clock struck twelve i would kiss you if you were here because I truly believe you're a could've been

That night i didn't even crave the affection of a lover, I just wanted someone to dance with and be in rhythm with to feel whole

I don't love him anymore please fall in love with me I want to be the girl that ******* breaks you

I know, I know, I'm sorry, please, I just wanna die

I feel an unmeasurable sadness; it cannot be counted in fears, or tears.

Let me tell you a secret: you make her wanna die

Just because you write does not mean you feel the words beneath every other vein and through your bones

Nor does it mean that you understand her in every way a night allows and

It doesnt mean that you always say the right thing just because you could describe her collarbone like the bridge that kept you from falling

You were the worst event and the best person to ever happen to me.
worst past, best person in my life

I know I spend too much time trying to fix people who don't care about me. I know it's probably because I started this endless cycle with you and you left and I have no idea if ruining myself fixed you or if you even care about anyone I don't know if it was worth it but now I can't stop helping people in need and it's so ****** up because the people I help don't ask for it; I promise myself I'll fix them. And if I succeed, I know, I know, they're not supposed to thank me because they never asked. I did it for me. I did it because I know how ****** up this place is. I know, I know, but i can't help it, because I see you in every broken person's tears, I see you in the people that are destroying the people I am trying to fix, you are in the blades, the pills, the yelling. You are in the lies, oh the lies. I can't tell if you lied to me about half of your past or all of it. I can't tell anymore.  We haven't talked in a while. I message you and you don't ask how I am.
I remember the first time I made myself bleed you told me never to harm myself again or you wouldn't talk to me. Silly you, now I know you can't do that. It only makes the suicidal person more upset and likely to do so. See what I mean? I hope through fixing all these people, somehow seeing a smile on their face after years might accidentally fix me too. It's not working but it's the only thing that doesn't make me wanna **** myself.
in a way, helping other people is the only thing I don't see you in, because I can never see you hugging a crying stranger in the bathrooms, I can never see you lending your jacket to someone because they can't have everyone at school seeing their scars, I can never see you offer your lunch to someone who's already eaten but still is hungry. I can never see you promise yourself that you will fix this person even if it's the last thing you will ******* do, arms scarred and blood polluted with nicotine, dark bags under your eyes and shaky hands. I can never see you cry over someone else's pain. I can never see you dialing her number because you know she's taken those pills. I can never see you be even slightly human. I don't believe attraction in the opposite is true, so how the hell am i still in love with you?

I want to paint you, I want to paint with you. I want to be the one that wipes that little smudge of blue paint off your nose. I want to be the one telling you how much better I am with water paint. I want to be the one that you can't get mad at because I spilt the paint. I want to be the one standing in the painting with you; the one with that sunset.

You always were the kind of extremity every mother warns her child about
But you've always made me the saddest and maybe in some twisted way that's why I've only been able to be the happiest with you

When you stop loving someone who doesn't love you after a long, long time you don't know who you are anymore because for so long all you've been is heartache and once it's mostly gone you have nothing left

I miss how numb we would get. I miss sticking my tongue to catch each peculiar shaped snowflake. I miss making snowmen with you, forgetting a scarf as the last touch. I miss having snowball fights, and how we'd make snow angels everywhere because we still believed that angels watched over us, because we still believed. I miss the cold; I miss my nose being red and numb, my hair flying everywhere, smiling so wide. I miss wearing boots, I miss hot chocolate and marshmallows. I miss fog in the morning. I miss how happy I was in the cold.