She wasn't beautiful, no.
Not in society's perception of beauty
But she was beautiful,
in the way she spoke and the way she said your name.

She was beautiful in the way her fingers lingered on the objects that she touched, as if she was caressing each one
and the way in which  she gazed longingly at the golden sunset from her rooftop.
She wasn't beautiful, she wasn't perfect or astounding.

But she was flawless in how she cared,
how she gave away so willingly, how she understood.
There was no mistaking the beauty in which her eyes radiated love at the sound of your name
There was a breathtaking perfection in how she laughed for the consolation of those around her.
No, she didn't have a beautiful face or a hot summer body.
But she ways beautiful in all that she was,
pure honesty in what she believed,
and graceful in the way she carried her soul.

She was the girl writing poetry in the back of the class
and she was irrelevant to you,
you didn't notice her then but you can't imagine life without her now.

She is beautiful, treasure her.

I wanted to tell you I love you.
Like I wanted to every night, and like every night I realized that I would be talking to myself.
Cause you wouldn't be there, you're not here now and you won't ever be.

I realized that I'd always been alone. That even when you were there, you weren't.
That I had been standing on my own all this time and that I didn't need you.
You fooled me into believing you were something I needed to live, but with you I was only surviving.

I became a mere shell of the girl I used to be.
My vibrant colour and fiery passion was lost along the folds of your diseased tongue.
With your blackened hands you twisted all that was good from my soul, wrung me out like a gym sweater and hung me upside down on your line of deceit.

But then...
And now...
And probably tomorrow...
I will still love you.

Bring the blade, bring it near
Run along the rough skin that lies willingly here
Press it light, just a touch.
We don't want my white shirt stained with blush.

Thoughts disappear pain in its place.
Long I have yearned for this embrace
Faint pink lines appear on the surface
But not yet have they fulfilled their purpose

Press harder now,hear the sweet sound of tearing flesh.
Over old scars, over skin like mesh
Watch the blood weep from my veins
Not much more I hope can they sustain

Feel it burn,tiny pulsing flames
Pain and fire coursing through,taking reign
My eyes shift out of focus,darkness fills my eyes
I follow a white light,I'm free,surrounded by serene blue skies.

I wish to burn you, watch you be consumed by flames like a match and then breathe in the smoke you create.
Let it pollute my lungs and stain my heart.
Pick up your ashes and let it fall through my hands onto the ground beneath my feet,because you were my world.
This way, you would always be a part of me.