She hugged him so tight
So tight that he thought
     his bones would shatter

But he let it all night
Because he would let himself die
     if it was in the arms of her...

She told me to write
So I did.
But now I'm left in a pile of poems and prose
That no one will ever get to read.
Feeling more emotions than I have in years
Too afraid to let them see that side of me.
My lies are bigger than I am now
So I walk in their shells
Attempting to pretend that I know what I'm doing.

She told me to write
Because what I make is beautiful
That the way my words twist and contrast
Make her interested.
That my raw emotion speaks to her
But she only saw my most prized pieces
Would my average work disappoint?

She told me to write
To let others see how I feel
Express myself in a way
That maybe they can comprehend
And attempt to understand.
But how can they possibly understand
When I'm too afraid to show them
What I actually feel like.

She told me to write
To work towards being okay
To continue putting one foot in front of the other
Because it was the only thing keeping me alive.
So I tried.

“I want you more than I love you,” He said.

Waking up is literally the worst part of my day.
You’re all through my dreams every night,
what should have been and could have been, what was.
I get to kiss your precious lips and be held by you and told ‘hey, it was all just a nasty dream I’m still here, I’m still with you and I love you’ But that is the nasty dream because you’re not still here
you’re not still with me
and you don’t love me
and that is still breaking my heart every single day.
I hate waking up.
Today I woke up to a message saying ‘baby come back, you can blame it all on me’ and I remember from June 2013 to November 2014 that was the one thing that you consistently done, was sing that stupid song in that high pitched annoying tone that I loved and it broke my heart even more.
I don’t really know why I’m so sad over you today but I am and I can’t cope today is a bad day. I’m sick of dreaming of all the things that made me happy, you. And waking up to ******* nothing. Please just come home. I love you so much.
(j.a)

I remember you saying goodbye.
Hearing you say I was no longer what you wanted.
I remember how you use to hold me.
Until we felt nothing but each other.
I remember teasing you to make you laugh.
The comfort of your smile.
I don't know what went wrong.
I don't know what I've become.
I feel like a stranger without a home.
Everyday wishing the pain away.
Now you're gone but I'm here to stay.
Stuck, nowhere else to go.
Replaying the day you said goodbye.
Feeling myself sink so low.

my heart will cry for you
until tears turn to blood
until time stops and all the worlds stop spinning
until there is nothing left to love
still, my heart will cry for you
until all stars stop shining
until every living things stop breathing
and until all songs stop playing
my heart will always cry for you
forever does not exist
but my love for you is everlasting
you can break my heart
you can break everything
you can even break me, tear me into pieces
until all of me ceases to exist
until my calls stop reaching you
until my lungs stop breathing for you
you can take everything from me
you can even take away my sanity
but not until you make me stop loving you
not until then
will my heart stop crying for you

she bared her soul for all to see. The hurt, the pain, the emptyness..it was all there. The scars she had, some gasped as they saw the, some acted shocked and others couldn't even find hide the disgust. "She is an attention seeker" they all said. She walked away, with no care whatsoever. The next morning they called for her, silence. Her mother's screams could be heard down the road. "Society killed me" she wrote, just before taking her own life, she knew it was coming, she knew and she was okay with it, she was always ready.