Maybe time couldn't heal you
because you didn't let it

hopeless they say
ask me if i'm okay
the songs i play
make them question my mental state

swear that i'm fine
mean it at the time
but when i go home that night
i finally realize

maybe i do believe in fairytales
and i am waiting for my prince charming
that i wanna be a beauty to a beast
a bunny to a darling

maybe i do believe in true love
that i don't have to die alone
maybe i go about it wrong at times
but i've always sought a shared throne

and maybe that makes me susceptible
and sensitive to rejection
but if i lose that hope now
i'd lose all direction

Intoxication won't bring solace.

Neither it bring back the person over whom you got intoxicated every single night...

The most beautiful things in life: the beautiful blend of sunset colors, the beautiful bloom of sunflowers, the beautiful crisp of leaves that fell last Autumn, and the beautiful curve of your smile, are never more than temporary.

It’s sad how being temporary makes things beautiful.

overthinking is the key
to destruction
and i have demolished cities

I have kissed boys

Girls

People in between

But lately I have been kissing bottles

Their lips are colder than yours

But slowly I have realized that the pounding headache when I wake is less hurtful than the shattering in my chest

Yet as these toxins rush through my veins

I can't help but miss the tracing of your fingers along my skin

Miss the numbness of the world when you lie with me

But when I wake I remember that a headache is treated with an aspirin

While heartache

Well if you have a cure for Heartache let me know