I hate
          when dreams
                    feel like memories
                              you never had

Some stories are frozen in time,
           not even the strongest of flames can melt them*.

I wish I could put my tongue
on exactly what I want
as much as I put it against yours.
I wish I could hold your heart
in my hands
instead of leaving mine in a ****** pile
in yours.
I wish I was addicted to my heartbeat
after three (or four) **** rips
instead of my heartbeat
when I'm dressing to see you.
I wish I knew my mother
as well as I got to know yours
when we sat side by side
waiting for you to wake up
after swallowing a bottle of aspirin.
I wish I cut up your letters
instead of my own arms
but I can't think of any other way
to get you out of my skin.
I wish I loved myself
as much as I love you
but I wasn't lying when I said
you are the better part of me.

Eternity is the web that loathing weaves and love caresses tenderly

Some times I wonder what my silence is worth
Words have been measured enough
Grades and intelligence exploited to much
Self-worth has gone down and anxiety up
Sleep's been found precious since we get such small supply
Our own heads are worth more
Life's become complicated again
Does anyone ever truly listen to my silence?
To those lonely songs I sing inside my head
When the day is over and dead