A small smile
plays a beautiful chord
on your angelic face.

Soft music falls
from your heavenly mouth
as our lips find each other.

I want to play the notes
on your cold heart,
and dust off your feelings.

Maybe I'll find a living soul
underneath the rusted keys
of your figure.

A secret embrace
can be shared with
the music in your step.

A bitter sting
clings to my skin
like the grin on his face.

Plastered,
like a brand new wall,
is the mark
of his love.

A loud whisper
left of his touch
floats around a numb skull.

My eyes are as blank
as the letter
made out to him,
left on my counter.

Boy,
don't move too fast.
Take it all in.
You're forgetting the real reason to be alive.

I should have known to leave
whenever we started ******* in the back of your car,
instead of in the grassy meadow right out the window.
I should have known to tell
whenever your hands started to leave bruises,
instead of butterflies.

I have to let you know something.
No one really cares
about the thoughts going through your head.
Or the way you're eyes
are slowly sinking into hollow sockets.
They really don't.

Tonight, as I looked into the vast lake,
I noticed something different.
It wasn't beautiful anymore.
The waves stopped overlapping each other,
and the shore line grew shorter.

Oh,
beautiful scenes can't last forever,
I suppose.

I said to him,  
"hold my hand
as tight as you can,
before the wind blows away my brittle bones."

Of course,
he let go of it
as soon as my eyes were closed,
and I kept them shut as the storm blew me away.

I still hear his voice
in the rain;
I smell his scent
in the wind.
I love him mercilessly
in the thunder.

My window was left open last night,
but I thought I closed it.

Someone left their camera on my A/C.
I thought I told him to stop visiting me.

a fire

erupted from

your heart,

and it

burnt me.

(10w)

A blank piece of paper
looked me sinfully in the eyes.
Stains smeared
across the white sheet.
Worthless it was,
just like everything else
I happened upon.

If you ever want to talk,
look at the bruises on my knees.
Become fond of the hair that
lands on my right shoulder.
You should probably find out
how much I love the scent of melons,
and the way I don't make a sound whenever I laugh.

If you don't know about my past,
I don't think I'm ready for you to be in my future.

intoxication
can be a deathly excuse
to the girl with sad eyes.

getting high
can be the last straw
to the girl with long legs

also,
trading your secrets
with someone else
can ****
me.

He says , "I love you babe."
He falls asleep next to the other girl,
and he tells me everything is okay.

This is turning into a world
where everything is not okay,
and he is the only one still breathing.

He speaks of her
as if she's the
sweetest thing
he's ever tasted.

I think reality needs to sink her sharp teeth into your skin.
I think it's time that someone taught you how it feels
to be a clock that doesn't move.
A predator that can't prey; a victim that gets away relentlessly.
I've asked to be spared, but you have no remorse for me.
I'm just another prisoner to the sick chambers known as your heart.
Hear me,
whenever the seconds begin to come alive again,
you will do nothing more.
The predator will begin to hunt,
and the victim, you, will be trapped.

We are two separate puzzles,
with completely different pieces.
But it's almost as if
all the colours are the exact same.
So I play my pieces on yours,
and find a way to become beautiful
once again.

We were loose at the corners,
but we held on for dear life,
and we melted into something new altogether.
I've stopped waiting to be rescued,
and I'm letting you,
instead,
kidnap me.
You tell me, "okay."
And I've learned that maybe your okay will be our forever.

So I shut my mouth,
and rest my head in the crook of your shoulder.
I love you.

with every single touch you give me,
my whole earth shakes violently.
they tell me to be strong,
but **** strength.
i want to be known as weak under your wing,
and crazy for your flights.
i'm the one who will wait for the decision you can't make.
you can run to me.
you can even crawl to me
if that's what you're into.
i want to be two steps behind you at all times,
or maybe in equal perimeter.

a chair with 5 legs
beckons out to me,
and i wonder if you've ever
sat upon it.

a table with 4 legs
screams my name,
and i wonder if your back
has ever arched on it.

then i remember..
i'm in a doctors' office,
and you weren't
into public display of affection.

His tiny hands
reached up to touch
the his new mother,
and she cooed
at him with
a love that no one
could ever take away.

i think it was the way
your hands
suffocated me.
or maybe it was the way
your bones would crush
against my own.
a broken fragment
of your soul
could slice me open in seconds.

it was beautiful.
oh,
so beautiful

"you're like an earthquake
making cracks in the earths crust,
and i'm in the aftershock"

and i cried.

my clock reads 6:25,
and i still haven't left my bed.
frozen hands
can only reach so far,
whenever the world spins too fast.

a plague
interrupted her mind.
a disease spread throughout
her hideous bloodstream,
and she soon
became just another
one.

don't you dare try to put this on me,
whenever you never even knew my name.
don't say that i let you in,
whenever entrance was forced
and words were slurred.

you wrapped your jacket
around my bare shoulders,
and you told me
i didn't deserve to be cold.

if i didn't deserve to be cold,
then neither did you.
i wrapped my jacket clad arms
around yours.

they handed me a bag,
and told me to have a nice day.
i reached in to find
90 iron pills
84 birth control pills
and 56 major depression pills.

my mom used to tell me everything would be okay,
but i'm starting to believe that that's not true.

i'm trying to lose sleep over you.
i'm trying to touch you in my dreams.

- sweet memory,
float to me.

slender fingers
point animatedly
at a pale face.
"you,"
he says,
"you are beautiful."

electricity pulsed
throughout me,
and a beautiful memory
was etched forever.

The wrong hands loved me,
and the wrong heart touched me.
What other mistakes
can I make in one day?

I want nothing more
than to be held in your ropes,
and bound to your bed.
I seek a future
full of nothing
but your embrace.
You're a ***** escape,
and I welcome you in
whenever you need to be free.

i tried to get high
to forget everything
you ever told me.
i noticed that
you were far more
addictive than any
drug i had ever taken.

The lake reflected lies unto his hands,
and he didn't seem to notice how visible they were.
He called me his,
but I knew I wasn't the only one.

the sun played beautiful sonnets on her shoulders.
every ray that hit her,
effortlessly caught my eyes.
beautiful waves crashes around her legs,
and a breathtaking smile was displayed.
thousands of shivers
crawled throughout my body,
and i knew that i had to touch her.

She slept all day
as the wind rolled throughout her brittle bones.
An ache began in her stomach,
and traveled to her toes.

What if the curse was real,
and everything was ruined?
For the sake of him,
she'd be okay.

if i could go back in time,
i wouldn't,
because there's no such thing as time travel,
and i'd still be miserable.
//fc

if he says please,
you're supposed to do what he wants.
he expects you to make the journey down south,
and if he says please,
you have to do what he asks.
there's no such thing as "no,"
if he's nice.
you'll listen to him,
if he says please.
but if you say please,
at once, he must stop.
although, often it isn't please anymore.

so,
this is my warning to you.
if you love a man who says please,
he doesn't feel the same.
he wants your service
for only one thing,
and he knows to always use please
to quiet your pain.
six letters will build you up,
break you down,
and hurt you.
you don't have to listen
to his please.

an old man looks up at me with a toothless grin,
and a sparkle in his eyes.
i watch as his feeble hands
reach up to the sky
in hopes of becoming youthful once again.

a teacher passes by me in the hall,
and she looks me over as if i'm nothing.
little does she know that i sit in her class everyday,
thinking of how much she inspires me.

the lights flicker on and off in my head
almost as much as in this classroom.
the girl beside me won't ******* quit clicking her tongue,
and restlessly flirting with the boy in front.
i'm going mad in here.

the girl with long hair is reading nonstop.
she's never been in love before.
i always get the update of the *****
she gave out the day before.
it's calming to know some girls are insane.

1.
your eyes are like stars,
and i like stars.
that's what i told you
the night at the carnival.
honestly,
i just wanted you to make me forget your eyes.
you were supposed to make me remember your lips.
or maybe your hands.
why your eyes?

2.
a scarred wrist
entangled in mine.
beautiful, dark eyes
found my own.
a wrecked story
including chapters
of us both
unfurled right before us.
pitiful kisses were displayed
in the shadows.
weak embraces
wrapped me up
and held me tight.
a solid cry
pleaded for me
as i walked away,
again.

her hair was pulled back,
and it gave me access to all of her features.
a long, slender neck
held up a beautifully sculpted head.
it was complete with sharp jaw bones,
and a pair of full, red lips.
her eyes were a deep brown
that pierced right through my own.

i lifted my fist,
and smashed in into the glass before me.
everything was gone.
the beautiful angel in front of my eyes,
dissipated in seconds.
i could feel her essence
washing through me,
into me.

my hair was down,
and it gave him chills throughout his body.
a brown, curly mane framed
around my round face.
it was complete with a dark purple vein
running through my cheek.
the glass formed a new palette.

if i could compare
his love for me to anything,
it would have to be a coordinate plane.
we seem to always be lost
somewhere in the origin,
or slowly decreasing,

hot breath spilled over my bare neck,
and all i could smell was Jack Daniels.
clammy hands made their way onto my petite body,
but i couldn't feel any of it.
someone else was on my mind.

you were a faded dream,
a hopeless sigh.
you're the voice i had lost,
and the tear that fell.

i could think of you forever,
but eternity can't last.
infinity is a thought,
that i couldn't think.

i can still remember
your soothing hands
lying on my chest.
not trying to touch me,
but to pry apart my rib cage
in hopes to enter my heart chambers.

i'm stuck between
a tall wall
and a short shrub.
materialistic ****
is killing beautiful nature.

Red hair framed her pixie-like face in a way that out-shined anybody else within the vicinity of her.
Blue eyes, speckled with white, found my own in a way that no one else ever could.

'****,' I thought.

i open my window at night,
in hopes that i'll wake up to you
curled by my side.
i've found out,
however,
that the only thing i wake up to
is rain water
splashed across my **** body.

i'm sorry that
i smell your skin before anything.

i'm sorry that
you're the reason i paint my nails.

i'm sorry that
i can't stop calling you.

i'm sorry that
you never truly felt the same way about me.

i'm sorry that
nothing seems to ever work out.

i'm sorry.

our bodies didn't know
how to move in a
similar rhythm together.
instead,
our hearts would beat
at the same exact time,
and that made me
realize that you
were the one.

i told you that i was ready,
and you promised you wouldn't hurt me.
you kept your promise,
and i love you more now,
then i ever did before.