Love is universal migraine,
A bright stain on the vision
Blotting out reason.

Symptoms of true love
Are leanness, jealousy,
Laggard dawns;

Are omens and nightmares -
Listening for a knock,
Waiting for a sign:

For a touch of her fingers
In a darkened room,
For a searching look.

Take courage, lover!
Could you endure such pain
At any hand but hers?

You hate yourself? What do you mean?

I mean I hate every part of me. I hate the way my hair looks. I hate my thighs, I hate my stomach, I hate my face, I hate my mind, I hate every last bit of me. Its like being trapped with one person you hate with all your heart, the one you find just repulsive, absolutely disgusting and horribly ugly, forever. You know how sometimes you'll look in the mirror and even though you don't like yourself most days, you'll have a day where you can look in the mirror and say, "wow I look good" and be confident? I NEVER HAVE THOSE DAYS. EVER. When I look in the mirror I see the ugliest thing ever. I see my worst enemy. I see my every flaw, because flaws are all I'm made up of.

Stars in my eyes,
But scars on my thighs,
Dreams of travelling,
But despair is unravelling,
Want to have a taste of cultural symbolism,
Too focused on a fast metabolism,
Tell everyone I'm doing OK,
Would rather fade away,
Apparently I've made people proud,
But I don't really see how,
Don't tell me I will succeed,
When pressure is the last thing I need.

no longer was
she content
walking among the
dead
however there were
none of the living
kind to be found

she didn't understand
their boring jobs
and boring spouses
and boring kids
and boring houses
and boring ***
and boring traditions

she didn't inherit
anything from the
past
she didn't owe
anything to anyone
and she didn't care
to pretend
that she cared

one might call
it hedonistic
but there's no
wrong in
walking away from
anything or anyone
in favor of
walking towards
something better

and this girl
ran as fast as
she could
and found herself
a way to breathe
life into her
existence

if he was red
then i was blue
together we made
the most beautiful
shade of purple

As I lie awake at this lonely hour
I discover just how much you are to me.
I can't sleep knowing that you are out there,
Trying to reach goals that can never be reached.
You work towards the impossible:
Perfection.

I long for your warm body beside mine
And your gentle yet firm embrace that keeps me warm.
You need sleep more than I, yet I am wrapped in my blankets
while you continue to work.

You don't realize that not only do I want you now,
But I need you later.  
I need to know that you will live to see a lifetime after this.
That you will not waste yourself now,
and decay from the lack of daily rejuvenation your body is craving.
You need to realize that I worry for you for us.

I need my Preston more than I need anything else in the world.
With every moment you lose sleep, I feel like I lose part of you.
Please don't detach from me.  
You know I love you,
more than anything else in existence.
I die without you.