Cut me open and let all the ink run from these veins,
until my words bleed dry, and only blank pages remain.

I stopped checking for monsters under the bed,
when I realized they were inside all of us instead

He fell in love with her leaves, not her roots, so when autumn came he didn't know what to do.

She whispered-
innocence in my ear,
while her hands crawled
under the covers and
called her a liar.

Her smile's now painted,
She's a master of disguise.
You could see it then,
You can see it now.
Just look into her eyes.

I may come off as strong,
But I fell asleep crying
I told you nothing was wrong,
But really I was lying