I'm pulling on myself, it's dangerous,
How long left till we become strangers
I sit in my room with an inkling of hope
That it'll be as simple as 'hit the road-
Because there isn't us anymore'
But simple is overrated because
I have my backs against the door
Yet still grabbing at what we had before
But I should have known before the fall
So I'm begging myself to walk through
'Find someone else you can talk to'
I urge myself, hiding from any sign of help
Maybe this time it'll be a little lot easier
'Just stop everything, stop pleasing her-
Because no matter how much you beg
There's no love between the two of you left'.

So I guess it comes down to a natural reaction
I'll fall flat on my back repeating "it's over"
Convincing myself for some kind of closure.

I'll give another chance to be purely honest
I'm sorry I couldn't stay true to my promise.


To the girl I once loved.
-Goodbye.

From a guy with demons in his head
Trying all his best to just forget.
From a guy struggling to move on
I'll treasure the grounds you walked along.

I still love you
Tell me would it be wrong
to say that I wanted you to be *the one
I've tried moving on
but I just can't get over you
No one makes me feel the way you do
Is it wrong to confess these things
knowing who I might hurt
.....Tell me that you have these same feelings

The mirror beckons, a beast emerges,
I've fought against fists and thoughts
but at times we give ourselves to urges
and hope remains successful victors.

Oasis clouds caught between drifts
as tide rips waves against waves
caught between the aquatic tidal rifts
avoiding any chance at mistakes.

I look at the mirror with frozen frowns,
I have been here before, just the same;
held onto hope, nailing it down
because I have been called monster
more than I would like to admit.

'Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too.
They live inside us, and sometimes they win.'

my physics teacher says
every force on earth has
an equal and opposite reaction

so forgive me for thinking
that if i gave love
i would get the same amount
in return

She once thought,
she wanted to be a poet,
but deep down,
she knew,
she wanted to be a poem.

We weren't all made this way;
Left the classrooms just to pray
Hoping that the school bell
would take away the pain.

The light guiding us has been long gone
Replaced by the same old song
Of how we weren't ever made to belong,
We fought off tides after tides of criticism.

We told ourselves we were better than them
...We had to be.