"I love the way her hair falls on her shoulders
I love the way she cuddles when it's colder
I love the way she smiles at me
I love the way her eyes are ******

I love the way she laughs out loudly
I love her, even when she's cranky
I love the way she's so moody
I love the way she effortlessly looks lovely

I love the way she holds her phone
I love the way she makes it feel like home
I love the way she stands when she's shy
I love the way she goes to me to cry

I love the way she talks
I love the way she likes to kick rocks
I love the way she gets all excited
I love the way we are, reunited

I love the way she makes weird faces
I love the way her moles are in all places
I love the way she's emotional at times
I love the way she's so good at rhymes

I love the way she thinks about every tweet
I love the way she's nervous about people she meets
I love the way she fantasizes about food
I love the way she does so much good

I love how you've showed me life (in the most amazing way ever)
I love how you say "I love you forever"
I love how you notice when I'm faking being fine
I love how I love you and you're mine"

My demons can't find me
If there are no clues as to who I am.
I'll leave the canvas blank.
Because I'm so through with everyone who chased me thoughts around in my head,
Making me feel guilty,
And sore,
And overall frustrated.
Blank slate
For my emotions to grip to.
Yes,
I'll leave this canvas blank,
The blank canvas of my soul.

We cut and pick flowers
because they're beautiful.

We cut and **** ourselves
because we're not.

You told me you loved me
                        and kissed me like you meant it..
                                          
I've trained myself for next time,
                so the next kiss
                                       will mean nothing
                                                         because all I ever was to you
                                                                                                   is nothing.