I lopped up an orange
and let the juice run down my throat
the way you drink fire
and breathe into me.

None of us can't talk,
None of us can't feel,
Just between of us,
Love is heal.

I really like the rain,
classical music too
It's storming tonight,
and it's 12:36 a.m
I have school tomorrow,
but I don't really care.
Maybe won't go,
maybe will hold my own hand
Who knows?
I really like the rain,
it's a sense of peace.
Running down pale, sullen faces,
that never move,
that never breathe.
I really like the rain,
I don't know why I do.

This is me.
The purest form of myself, in front of you today.
I'm a timid, analytical creature, sitting at the corner, just observing.
I am terrified to be standing here right now.
But this is also me, triumphing my fears and doing things that knock me off my socks.
"Wow, she must not always be her true self," you may think. Is it true, though?
I am not trying to put words into your mouth, or trying to make you think that I'm full of myself.
I want to share.
The idea of one's true self does not exist.
My essence lies in the fact that I really don't know who I am right now, or who I'll be in the future.
What if I knew who I was?
I would probably stick to being this timid little girl - hindering myself of all the possibilities that could shapen my personality.
My point is that timid me is me.
Confident me is also me.
Profane, rebellious me is also me.
Concealed, or raw; I am me.
I am the encompassment of all my personalities.
I may be a ***** with you, and I may be too liberal with you - but I will, still, always be myself - no matter who I'm trying to look like, sound like, or smell like.
This, is me.

Its strange for me
to look at you now
Those amber marbles shinning
but dull

There is no traffic in that gaze
the streets have cracked
and everyone has moved away

But I will never stop searching
for any hint of life
For one day it will be a roaring city again

Perhaps in another life
I do not mind
As long as we meet again

looking at you feels like I am being brutally bludgeoned to death because all I want is for you to look back at me and instantly feel weak in the knees
I want you to look at me and have your heart physically drop to your stomach and I want you to look at me while praying quietly to yourself that one day I will be yours
I want all these things because it isn't fair for you to make me feel such strong things when you don't feel them yourself
I want it so very badly but I guess the thing I want from you the most is for you to at least
just
look at me