I'm in love with her,
really, I am;
it hurts a lot.

You will never know the feeling
of having this thick pain in your chest
every time
you see a quote she wrote
and
it will never be about you.

But
the thing that hurts the most
is that you know
you tried so hard that she felt
something too,
in the back of her mind
you know
she needs you too
but everything in this world is holding her back.

She can't be with you not because she doesn't want to;
she can't be with you because
she's scared.

And you're stuck;
glued between the pages of her life
and you will never be read.

I am so in love with you
and it's sad that
it's not good enough

He is just another one of the fallen,
For the queen of hearts and all.

He might have everything
If everything is not with her.

I tried to go out
Be a friend, make new friends
But the more I engaged my self to people
The more I feel alone and lonely.

From fingertips to nose--
numb
I am rubber From each cigarette induced tooth ache.
Rampant twirling tongues and ravished knees

*cold

Is there good in fading goodbye
Left me crying in the rain, why
Hours walks slowly to empty days
More odd weeks starts to passed away
Staring snows on the window pane
White cold will take away the pain
Listening to the playlist you’ve made
To the nostalgic picture you’ve take
Your sweet smile in my worried head
I hope I’m sleeping like the dead
How I love you so much it hurts
How my deep trembling heart would burst
My cold heart slept but did not sleep,
Live but did not live in a way,
Gently humming, gently vibrating
Softly flowing lifeblood in the center
I don’t know what to do anymore
A vague stirrings of unease to me
Lawns are empty, the trees empty,
The street empty and my heart empty
I don’t know if I miss you anymore
What it’s like to miss you anymore
I can't do this anymore
Hope to never say goodbye again

first
i let myself weep
then slowly
my heart bleed words
dropping into these tattered pages
eventually
forming lines
and
making rhyming rhythms

©IGMS

BUT YOU HAVE TO STOP TELLING PEOPLE,
THAT NO ONE WILL LOVE THEM UNTIL THEY START LOVING THEMSELVES.
YOU HAVE TO STOP PLANTING THIS IDEA IN PEOPLES BRAINS THAT THEY ARE UNWORTHY OF LOVE,
JUST BECAUSE OF THEIR OWN STRUGGLE.

born with a halo shattered
human afterbirth in dirt
withered wings, feathers tattered
protrusions of pain and hurt

only an angel can be born
held by the devil's hands
flesh becomes hard when it's torn
only an angel understands