I was drowning but nobody saw my struggle.
They left me to be suffocated by my own thoughts.
Pushed around by my own soul.
Torn to bits by my own feelings.
I was never going to be okay.
I didn't choose to just end up like this.
But I will see the sun some day.
Maybe not in this life but,
Surely in the next.

You were in my dreams again last night, your lips were sweet and your eyes were bright.

You looked at me, my eyes were sad, you were whispering that life without me had driven you mad.

Our lips were touching, but it was barely a kiss. My voice was trembling, spilling all the things about you I’d missed.

Your touch was warm, your hold was strong, the smell of your skin reminded me of what’s been gone for so long.

You could see the pain you left inside of me, but last night, in my dream, you retaught me how to breathe.

We danced for hours, our laughter growing loud, and when you pulled me back in, you twirled me around.

We created a world, only we could see. Full of memories, and forgiveness, and “let’s start again”s.

Your words were spinning illusions in my head, letting me believe things that were never said.

Like the countless times those words “I love you” stuck on my tongue.

But it was all just a dream

Being sold dreams would hurt more,
If only I had them.
All I have is nightmares,
The nightmares of reality.
Chasing me before I go to sleep,
Haunting me when I am asleep.
Knocking on my back door,
Telling me to wake up.
As if its as easy as it seems.
Don't believe everything you see on TV,
For I have learnt the hard way,
That there's no such thing as dreams.
Just your wild imagination,
And feelings.
Lying to keep you alive.

He wants to say I love you
But keeps it to goodnight
Because it will mean some falling
And she's afraid of **heights

There's that one person who her heart is addicted to.
She won't get over him.
I mean he does nothing but make her cry,
Yet she still wants him.

All her friends tell to let him go.
He'll only hurt you again and again.
But what if she actually likes the pain?
What if this is the only thing keeping her alive?

To know that for one second,
He thinks about about her.
The fact that he takes time to cause her nothing but pain,
She'd rather he thinks about hurting her,
Than not think about her at all.

So tell me,
Is it really pain if you like it?

We fall for people, who aren't there to catch us.
They make you jump off a cliff for them,
Promising to be there when you drop.
Eventually they forget their promises,
Give up not their commitments.
Instead they let you fall and leave you there,
With nothing but a bleeding soul and an aching heart.

I think she's caught between who she is and who she wants to be.

Back then you were the only thing that made me happy,
We hung out,
Snuck around,
It was some sorta sixties love kinda thing,
Then one day. ****. It was gone.
It ceased to ever exist again.
I still miss you.
But you're happy with someone else now.
I have a new guy in my life.
Just know I will always see you.
In Him.

He got tired of telling me that I was beautiful.

Today is the day when waking up single gets to you more,
You acknowledge the fact that you have no one to buy you gifts,
No one who lies next to you at night listening to your *******,
The day you realize your single. And that's okay.

Rather not call it Valentine's Day.
But call it Single Awareness Day.
The one day where the fact that your single is okay.

Roses are red,
Violets aren't blue,
Violets are violet,
Not ******* Blue.

I want you to know that I wasn’t in love with you, hell I didn’t even really like you. And I say this because when you truly like someone it’s because you know their favourite song and their favourite food and you know what they think about at 3am when they can’t sleep.

When you truly like someone your conversations go past “how was your weekend?” When you truly like someone, you like them because you know them. But I didn’t know you and after all this time I finally realized that I wasn’t in love with you. I was in love with the idea of being in love with you. I was in love with the idea of being yours. Why? I don’t know? Maybe it’s because you payed attention to me.

Maybe it’s because you complimented me and called me babe. Maybe it’s because you scared the living hell out of me and maybe it’s because when I was in your arms I felt safe. I don’t know why I was so obsessed with loving you.

But I do know that even though I didn’t love you, it still feels like you ripped out my heart when you told me you didn’t love me.