Music I heard with you was more than music,
And bread I broke with you was more than bread;
Now that I am without you, all is desolate;
All that was once so beautiful is dead.

Your hands once touched this table and this silver,
And I have seen your fingers hold this glass.
These things do not remember you, beloved,--
And yet your touch upon them will not pass.

For it was in my heart you moved among them,
And blessed them with your hands and with your eyes;
And in my heart they will remember always,--
They knew you once, O beautiful and wise.

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

"How can someone love you
If you don't love yourself?"
The words of therapists trying to help
Won't go away

They're right
I'd been thinking about it all wrong the whole time
There's
         Nothing
                     To love*
They didn't want me to be happy
They just wanted to put me out of my misery

Look in the mirror
He said
And say these words
to yourself

You are beautiful
Just the way you are.

I couldn't
I couldn't say those words.

I couldn't even look
Look myself in the eyes

Not without crying
Not without dying

Why sir
Why should I do this
I cried to him
He just looked at me

You were made
To be perfect

You are beautiful
On the inside

That night I knew
I had to change

I couldn't do it anymore
Hating myself

I had to find peace
With myself

So that night
I looked in the mirror

But I saw something
Something strange

It was me,
But I could look into my eyes

So I did
And said those word

You are beautiful.

my lips they burn
they burn for your tender kiss
that could land me up
in eternal bliss

my ears they crave
they crave to hear your song
the melodious comfort
i haven't heard in so long

my eyes they miss
they miss your face
the vision of you
i can never ever erase

my nose it itches
it itches for the scent on your skin
the sweet perfume
that remains lingering

my heart it yearns
it yearns for your softest touch
that's all that I ask for
it's really nothing much

my mind tells me to stop being such a fool
to erase you off completely
because all i am to you is a tool

Memories kept so close at heart.
Pictures, Letters, etc.
But in all Reality, Memories are just a figment of ones imagination.
Holding on to something that time has eradicated for good.
Let it go.
Please oh please, Just let it go.

If love was a game I'd lose.
The pain of love is too much for me to
understand the pain of lost trust is
enough to **** your friend enough to
end your name and your life end your
being, but the gain from love is the
feeling of pride and happiness when
you look in their eyes. The feeling of
joy when you realize they are the one
you want for the rest of your life, but


Its Over.
Done.
No more.....
Of the love

The love you crave is now the love you craved.
The joy you feel is now the joy you felt.
The love he loves is now a love he once knew.

You see? Love is a gift and a curse a pain and a spell.
What is love?
Love is a four letter word just like Pain
Just like hurt
Just like that one feeling
that you swear should never be felt...
because the last time you felt it your heart.....
Broke.
"Love is pain and pain is love"

Pain shouldn't be heard in the love you deserve
The love you deserve is what will bring
You back to what you need.
What you need to be......
To be....
To be....
**Loved

things used to be fun around here
now the walls are full of secrets
birth control and drugs
cheating scandals that might as well be flashed on the front of a paper
friendships severed by the looming promise of anxiety
depression swallows any hope of a hang out
Im sick of my friends being sick