She* had lavender hair,
it sometimes smelled like coconuts
when she passed by me quickly.
We were so excited to leave high school
to go away
together, as always.
But things never works out nicely because

I wrote she passed away,
And they wrote she was pronounced dead.

One sad song
Was all it took
For the salty
Water works to begin.
Cupid, you wretched man!

when i was five,
i would scrape my knees,
and ***** my face,
whenever i fell.

but i was never afraid to stand up,
dust of my clothes,
and begin running again.

when i was nine,
i would trip and stumble,
ruin the pale skin of my hands,
but i didn't care.

i wanted to keep running,
to feel free...
so i did.

but now, whenever i fall,
i ***** my hands with my own blood,
and my legs start shaking uncontrollably,
so i curse the ground for being so uneven.

all i can seem to do now
is just glance at my injuries,
wallow in my own self pity,
and wait.

but what exactly am i waiting for?

i didn't want to turn you into a poem
i didn't want you to be my muse
you've ruined my mind and my pen
you've made me blind to inspiration
i can't hold the pages still anymore
i can't understand my own writing 
your hair isn't a waterfall 
your eyes aren't deep oceans 
i'm not held here by your gravity
i'm not sure that your voice is music
you won't own me
i won't turn you into poetry

[holyoak]

Humans forget that
Nature is their home too
When they chop it down

Fire in my soul
Death in my eyes
My enemy is me
This I dispise

You keep me on the edge
You hold me there
You don't let me fall
I know that you care