One night only can never truly be.
These lingering feelings have nowhere to be
But inside of me
But if they only knew what goes on,
They’d **** us.
They wouldn’t and couldn’t accept us.
We are not equals.
They expect more from me,
Less from you
I’m far too good for you,
But do I care?
Not in the slightest.

Sometimes we pretend to be dead
So that we can remain alive.

There's no such thing

as pretty people

or ugly people,

Only shallow

and open.

Walking on shattered beer bottles from the night before
Ducking under every head beam that grazes my hair as I pass
I wonder when you’ll understand
How us normal people function

I am passion

You are death
You are darkness
You are alone
And forever will be

I’ve tried to show you the way
Where people are nice and in love
You choose your way though
Because to you, it’s the only way

I wonder when you’ll open your eyes.
When you finally let the happiness into your heart
I know I won’t be there for it.

I hope one day you realize how badly I tried
All I wanted was a smile, a kiss
But you were disgusted,
Disgusted with love.

Maybe it’s just me
But my sudden need for adivan says otherwise
I can’t relax, I can’t love, I can’t be
With you

As badly as I want to, I know it’ll never work
I love you with every piece of my body, soul, mind and heart
But you’re killing me
From the inside out

I don’t know how much more time I have.
Last night I woke up gasping for air.
You’re crushing my chest, my lungs
My heart.

I wish you could feel the pain I feel.
What you do to me, its torture.
A battle between reality, love, emotions and words

I’ll never give up
I won’t die a zombie.

A heartless, cold, self-centered, narcissistic, overbearing,
Overwhelming, condescending *****

That’s the best way I can describe you.

Her words pour out jagged and broken
as she stumbles into her thoughts
which dangle like barbed wire cobwebs
waiting to tear through her throat
and puncture the silence.

Sometimes she goes into the city
just to let herself be battered
by its innumerable jostling souls
who cannot meet, but only collide.
She will search every passing face for her reflection,
and finding none,
Will seek refuge in the limbs of an ancient Totara tree
and bathe herself in solitude.

Delicate,
yet rough
It hangs precariously
tips,
sways

perches in false peace
tottering
deftly shifting
above danger,
safe

Just a glance
a misplaced smile
a misdirected embrace
a poorly-aimed laugh--
right?

Surely the mark was missed--
it all belongs to me!
but it tips again;
a sharp thought
a bitter contempt

Tips,
sways,
a maddening burden
it hangs precariously
delicate,
yet rough.

what folly
you cruel temptress;
can you not hold your own?
so uneven,
****** jealousy.