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.

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.

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.

Blood rises to the surface of my flesh
whenever I'm cold.
Just like the heat blurs your windows
whenever you ****.

I could call you Sir until the day you were dead,
- but would you notice how my lips moved whenever I said it?

I could bring my hands to rest upon your lap,
- but would you notice how my fingers curl up?

I could say goodbye,
- but I'd never notice how you wouldn't care.

I can't ******* write
over all of this smoke.
I can't sing anymore,
because I've inhaled too much.

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

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

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.

Oh,
do stay a little while longer.

At least
wait until our coffee has gone cold,
and our tongues weak.

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.

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.

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.

I caught you staring at my hands the other day.
I don't know if I should be happy or sad about it.
You could have been thinking about how they used to play with your hair,
or maybe the fact that they broke your bones.

Arms crossed
like the hopes to die
on my heart.

Head bowed like the empty prayers
I've made for eternity.

Hands on the hair.
Feet on the ground.
Arms crossed.
Head bowed.

Hands in my hair.
Feet around his waist.
Arms grasping for
the bowed head.

Promises sent out
to broken paper shredders.

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.

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

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.

I told him,
"If I could, I would gouge out my eyes,
so that you can see what I see.
I would rip out my heart,
so you could see who it really beats for."

He told me,
"If I could, I would chop off my hands,
so that you could touch heaven.
I would peel off my skin,
so you can be warm."

We traded our bodies,
and we learned where we stood.
I had the smell of his skin;
he had the beating of my heart.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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.

She wants to be ******.
- but not in the way you're willing.
She wants you to take the time to learn
every ******* curve
of her lips.

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.

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.

You told me that if I was going to hate myself... I had to hate you too. I couldn't do that. What did you mean?
-backspace

Hey! I can't get your smell out of my mouth. Your taste is in my nose. Oh wait.. that's backwards.
-backspace

You hate whenever I drink, so I just want you to know that I'm drunk.
-backspace

I just took 27 pills; I love you.
-SEND

He's writing down everything she's saying. I only wish he were writing down what I am thinking.
2. I seek comfort in your eyes, but I find pleasure in the way your lips move when you ask me for a pencil.
3. My long legs just want to entangle themselves in yours.
4. ****** ****. Ghetto *****. Plaid shirts. Blonde dye. Cheap perfume. Beautiful boy.
5. The 2 ordered pairs are you and me.
6. I want to run my hands through your hair. I want to place my mouth around those long, slender fingers.
7. My study guide is your angular face.
8. Numb as the spot on my bruised hand. Blue as the veins transporting blood. Wet as the spot between my legs.
9. As my fist connected with your jaw, I felt your jaw bones relax. My simple touch caused you to be calm. I find shelter in that.

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 every day,
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 offers
she gave out the day before.
It's calming to know some girls are insane.

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.

Loose strands of hair fall over his thigh.
It's not a metaphor.
I am giving myself to a guy I love.
Tell me it's okay.
I'm hoping to fall into more than just your lap.

Rolling hips and bruised lips.
Have I been before?
Dignity seemed to be more of a factor then.
Maybe if I drown myself in hatred,
I'll look more lovely.

I'm only begging for you back;
the way I'm doing it is necessary.
You loved me once,
so what's the difference now?

Don't be blind, my love.
It's so obvious that she can't
love you like I do.

"If you look closer, you can see my scar. It's a tiny little indention on my right cheek. It's the most flawed thing about me," I told him.*

I was with my best friend, Samantha Jayne. It was her birthday party, and everyone was invited. You could call it a lot of things, but we just said it the best best birthday party ever.
We left school, and a limo pulled up. I swear every girl almost fainted. I tried to make my way next to Sam, but I knew this was her one chance to talk to the popular girls. So, I sat down in the back next to the school loser, Miranda.

The whole limo ride was awful, and I was hoping Sam would pay more attention to me as the night went on. We arrived at Sam's soon, and everyone stepped out of the limo. She was still next to the girls that wanted nothing to do with me.
As the night went on: we danced, sang, and ate.. a lot. Here's where the scar plays its part.

We were all dancing. Almost 40 girls were crammed into one small shed. I was having the time of my life. That was until the lights wen out. I t was all right. We had the strobe lights.
I went to go sit down, and a huge girl bumped right into me. I tried to move out of her way, but she just wouldn't quit dancing. I remember her turning around, and I saw a flash of metal on her teeth. She dove straight for my face with hers, and her braces came clawing through my cheek. Blood instantly began pouring down my face.

*He looked at me, concerned, and said, "Faith, you're beautiful. One tiny scar won't make any difference to me. We could say my baseball hit you. We could say you tried to kiss me, and you fell."
I laughed, and I ran my hands through his brown, curly hair.
"Hey, I love you forever, ok?" I said.
"Forever. It'll always be you and me, girl. Just you and me."

I tried to sneak out once.
My stair case warned my mother I was trying to leave.

I tried to get drunk once.
I didn't even get buzzed,
but I played along.

I tried to fall in love once.
You grabbed my hands,
and you held tight.
I didn't even feel anything.
but I played along.

Bitterly clinging to my skin,
the windows of your car have frozen over.
4:00 AM
and you're curling up to me,
making jokes in my ear.
I've forgotten who we are
to compensate for who we were.

you were so beautiful to me.
the curve of your lips
haunts the blink of my eyes.
and the way your fingers ran across my chest
creeks into my memory
at 4:43 am.
oh,
and the way you loved me.
it was so beautiful to me.

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.

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

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

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.

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.

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.