He kisses my lips,
and he ***** my soul.
"There's no one else here," he tells me.

He holds my hands,
and he abuses my heart.
"Kiss me. Kiss me. Kiss me." I beg.

It's 7:14.
Seven plus seven is fourteen.
Why do I notice the little things like this?

They drive me insane,
but I'm constantly finding them.
You used to do the same thing.

tomorrow i'll think of you.
whenever the smoke erupts from my nostrils,
i'll think of your long blonde hair cascading over your shoulders.
the way your smile would light up whenever anyone mentioned ***.
you always did have a certain way of getting addicted to anything
that could cause you harm.
i guess that's why i loved you so much.
i'll blow out the fumes that ignited your bright eyes so well.
this isn't a plea for you to get high with me,
but i wouldn't mind you taking a drag or two.

A glitch found its way into my life;
a single flaw has been made.
But singles turn into doubles,
home runs are made,
and soon... it's formed a new.

Beautifully crafted hands
want to wrap around a slender neck.
Begging you to give in to me
in the hollows of my dreams.

A breath given out to the world
in hopes for someone to smell the cherries
on her breath,
or breaking in her new lace.
Glitches can't be taken away.

I hope my name
sends that painful burn
right up to your head
every time you hear it.

And I hope you never forget
the way I would bounce up and down
in the passenger seat to your
horrible off-beat music.

i had a dream about you last night.
you touched me endlessly,
and you told me stories about
the places you've been.

Although you can't see,
you can hear .
I know you're listening to me.
My words are spilling out so very fast.

I gave you all I had,
and you gave me away.
I know you're listening to me.
I know you're there.

I have no inspiration;
maybe I could blame that on you.
You gave me up.
I know you're listening to me.

I know you're listening to me.
You gave me away.
You can't see.
I know you're listening to me.

Your phone blasting club music at 9 at night;
late night pool dives on the drops.
Your face appearing from under the water;
your arms reaching up to the only thing you held onto.

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

He's scratching his head,
and all I can think about is feeling
his nails raking through my own hair.

Or his hands gliding all over my warm back.
****.

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.

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.

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.

It's the times like right now that leave me wanting more.
I know you're leaving,
- so I cling onto the thought that you don't even exist.

Maybe I made you up,
just as I did with her.
You're nothing to me.

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.

I guess I could've
stopped the end of the world -
left in rotting and
tumbling into cheeto dust,
licking the residue off my fingers.

but I didn't want to
I flicked my tongue and
pieced the shapes back together,
destroying my own form
in the process

it was worth it
because I knew that
the butterflies would fly again,
you see

I looked up at you
with bright eyes
and red lips.

I worshiped you
with open arms
and a vast imagination.

I gave you all of me
with hopes to
get something in return.

fc

I suppose I could've just been honest with you from the start, babe.
I should've agreed whenever you asked if your hands were rough,
or whenever you begged to know if your hair was stringy.
All of your strange imperfections put me under some spell.
It was a casting I didn't want to lose touch with.

However,
the times just never got old with you.
It all added up inside of my cloudy mind,
as long as I had the bottle in one hand
and my 100s in the other.
The taste will always be imprinted on my tongue.

I suppose I could've just told you I never really loved you.
I could've spared you the immense amount of pain,
but instead,
I decided to drag you along the same path
I told myself I'd never go down.

I can still remember the way
the moonlight would dance shyly
on your skin at night.

Maybe,
if I beg you to tell me you love me,
it'll all of a sudden become true.

i can only say sorry to the beautiful sadness in your eyes,
and i can only hope to learn from the mistakes i placed heavy on your heart.

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.

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

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.

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.

my brain can't even process the
problems in your head right now

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.

There is no one here to call whenever  the thunder rattles my windows.
The lightening no longer strikes my house, because you said I did not deserve the brightness.

And I suppose I could have been honest from the start,
but your fingers were shoved so far down my throat,
you ripped out my vocal cords
whenever I pushed you off of my shaky bed.

When you hit the ground,
you shattered my glasses.
And I should say *******,
because you took away my ability to see through your facade.

And no matter how hard your words bruised me,
I kept writing them onto our life,
because I was choking on the dream of exploring the world with you.

No one though to tell me that Earth
does NOT consist of a bottle of *****
and a bright hand mark across my face.

i guess i ****** you over
with the worst intentions ever.
but
i only wanted what was best for myself.

i suppose i could've thought of you,
because i am right now,
and it's breaking down every fiber in  my body.

I can't fix it;
I can't even make it better.
Stop looking to me
for a solution
to your hopelessness.

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

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.

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 love you so much,
and I'd rather die with you
then without you."

her mind is twisted
almost as much
as the roots of
the tree in my backyard.

the tree that we named,
carved our names into,
and laid against.

a fire

erupted from

your heart,

and it

burnt me.

(10w)

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.

stars exploded from my brain the day you said that you really loved me.
you held on to the bones in my cheeks,
and rattled dust throughout my soul.

i knew you were only there to break me down into little fragments of dirt from the moment i saw those bright blue eyes.
the ones with white flecks in them.

She smelled of hate and abuse. I can recall her stringy, brown hair thrown across my pillow. Her mascara was finding its way down her ghost face, but she didn't even try to fight her tears. She was just as hollow as I was.
"How do you know me..?" she inquired. "I probably shouldn't have come with you. I'm sorry; I should be going." I turned my head at this, and I tried to hold back my own tears.
"It's me." I sobbed. Why had she forgotten about me so quick? Was I nothing but another **** to her? I remembered it all so vividly. Her bony body bouncing on my own.. Her beautiful lips, pressed so tightly together, while she rocked away.
She was my angel; she was my sanctuary.

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.

Don't ever wait up for me,
because I'll probably leave you.
That doesn't mean to leave me,
because I'll gladly wait up for you.

Sometimes I get really sad,
because I miss the presence of your skin on mine.

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.

I have absolutely
no inspiration
without you here.

**The end.

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.

he told me
that black hair suited my face.
i never knew that he meant
that he wanted me to move on
to find someone closer to me.

flecks of sugar could be
found in your taste buds
as I search them with my
tongue, you begin to open

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.

Put the cigarettes down,
get in the ******* shower.

Don't ******* carry you into the shower,
and bathe you,
because I will if that's what you need.

I'm not going to sit here
and watch you
waste your life away, ok?

I'm going to try to help you no matter what.

i don't think i will ever understand
how you could possibly tell me you love me,
and yet you left.

i don't think you will ever understand,
that i promised i would run away with you,
and yet you left.