Come out from that place where you're hiding
i'm dying trying to find you.
your drowning in the his words that are biting at your throat

I see you stopped knowing what to fight for
and when I leave you alone,
you look like someone who doesn't want to live anymore.
so please,

come out from that place where you're rotting
you're decaying down to the core
you're slowly but surely losing hope
and you cant see the light anymore
I beg you,

come out from the place were your eroding away
where your thoughts devour your senses
and nothing is making sense when
your tears come for no reason
and your body starts to weaken.
And the darkness is dragging you in
where you're to afraid to open the blinds
and be blinded by the light,
that shines so bright it purifies  
all those ugly glances
that are burned inside your brain,
from the people that caused you to refuse
to try and live life again

The frightening part of it all was when he kissed me,
my mouth then starved for him.
He had become oxygen, and my lungs quite empty.
With every touch my body burned
with an eager fire that ignited inside of me.

I break the men that fall in love with me.
I teach them to worship me,
Then leave them for suffocating me.

I fill their heads with the ideas that I am lucky to have them and that I don’t have the self esteem to leave them.

Then one day, hit them with the,
“I’ve grown out of you.”


I am switch blade with a broken safety feature.
I cut whoever’s hand is holding me.

Seven years is long enough
    to change everything about one's self.

New hair,
   New clothes,
   New friends.

Your favorite movie probably isn't even the same.
But I remember what it was half a decade ago,
               and it's still my favorite.

Your voice is deeper now,
your words arent as sweet.
I have no clue what has happened to you
in the past seven years.

But I won't get over the fact
that your eyes are still kind,
and I imagined marrying you one day.

Know that if you are to leave,
you can always come back.

We were always missing each other by minutes.
In the same place,                                                           ­                                                                 ­         At the wrong time.
Watching the same sunset,                                                          ­                                                              Fro­m opposite sides of the neighborhood.
You were painting,                                                        ­                                                                 ­              While I was writing.
You were living while I was trying,                                                          ­                                                To not fall in love with another boy who’d never notice me.
Wishing we had met just a little later                                                            ­                                                When I became the women I wanted to be,                                                              ­                                 When I grew into the girl who would have fit you perfectly.
I was always playing the game.
Waiting for you.
When I’d arrive late,                                                            ­                                                                 ­  You’d show up even later.  
When I’d sit in the room, much to soon,                                                            ­                                        Hoping that you’d come early.                                                           ­                                                     I would learn that you had left hours ago.
We are parallels,                                                       ­                                                                 ­           Moving in the same direction                                                        ­                                                   But a two completely different rates.            
We were always missing each other.
By a minute.                                                          ­                                                                 ­               By a month.                                                           ­                                                                 ­                By a life time.