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faces so close,
our breaths intertwine
eyes locked
like I'm seeing you for the first time
still a little unsure;
do you want this as much as I do?
am I imagining that this is finally happening?
will your lips on mine echo the truth?

we're always at these moments,
"almosts" and "in-betweens"
all it takes is one step forwards
and maybe reality will match my dreams
There are stories in your eyes.

I never told you how
sometimes I fell asleep
with the thought that you
were perhaps the moon-

always disappearing
with the dawn.
I would awake with
nothing
but the shape of you
on my bed and the
gloom of you on
my skin.
 Oct 2014 Marie Francisco
Moll
Sane.
 Oct 2014 Marie Francisco
Moll
If I was to stand in a room
That was full of bodies, strangers
Your eyes would be the only thing
That would keep me sane
It's like soda-
Bubbly. Sweet.
It's like sun-
Warm. Bright.
It's like movies-
Neverending. Timeless.
I wish life could be what i wanted it to be

but even then i wouldn't be happy

I have been living in the land of make believe

making sure people only saw what i wanted them to see

and some time along the way i forgot that i was hiding things

I forgot there was more to me then what people think

more to me than want i started to believe

wanted to believe

but now the cracks in my reality

are shining brighter

the things i hid from me are coming out so i can see

I was fine until you came and shattered me

showed me reality

made me realize that i stopped feeling

you broke my fairy tale

without asking me

but I still want my life to be what i imagined it to be

but even then i wouldn't be happy

and this one question that no one can answer for me

is it better to know what you don't want to see

Or to live your life in the make believe
 Oct 2014 Marie Francisco
Aron
This cruel world that we're living in,
has taken away everything from me.
Joy, my smile, energy, youth and my innocence.
All that's left is love, and I have a ton of it.
But what am I supposed to do with it,
when nobody even wants it?
I just might as well throw it somewhere else.
I'm a fan of The Smiths.
that the blackness in my heart, pours out of my voice when I speak.
That it was like an ink, that could bury the room so fast that the doors would all simply disappear.

Ironic that I never had this before I met you.
can you ***** my finger and measure the dopamine in my veins? collect my teardrops and tell me if i'm going to be okay? can you light up the darkness with magical pills?
decide if i'm too sad to go to school?
can you tell me if i'm just being melodramatic? measure my blood pressure, maybe that will work. write me a prescription for 5 Happy Days in a row, and 3 hugs from Someone I Love.

doctor, doctor
i'm not feeling well today
doctor, doctor
i don't know if i should stay

sadness isn't a sickness, but it's infected my mind. can you write me some antibiotics to get them out in time?

sadness isn't sickness, but i think i might've caught something from doing a little too much of Having No Friends. don't you know how much i've been Laying In Bed?
sadness isn't sickness, but i think i'm coming down

doctor, doctor
i've got a severe case of the I Don't Want To Lives
can you write me a prescription?
make it go away?

doctor, doctor
you've let me down this time
doctor, doctor
i'm not in my prime

can you tell that i'm not healthy?
'cause i don't think you can
oh, sadness isn't sickness,
but it's fatal,
if all goes according to plan
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