And i don't know,
when push comes to shove,
where i will go?
i'm always wondering,
continuously pondering,
rapidly searching,
non-stop trying,
to keep on going,
knowing,
growing,
pushing myself,
to keep shoving,
until i get to that point,
where i will be known..
knowledge can manifest in my life

I start writing
I express my life
If only
You could see
Me for who
I am

sometimes i can hear my thoughts,
as if someone were laying next to me,
speaking.

and the things this person says to me,
doesn't let me sleep much,
anymore.

Don’t kiss me.
Unless you first understand that
I’m fine,
I’m not broken,
but I will break your heart,
(I don’t want to, but I will).
I don’t do commitment,
I do drunken kisses, picnics under trees,
trips to Paris, and sleepovers
in those tents we made when we were kids.
If we fall in love in the process,
that’s fine.
I’m fine,
(you’ll be fine, too)
but I won’t stay.
I’ve heard the sound of too many
hearts breaking through thin walls.
I promise (I think),
that will never happen to me.

So, don’t kiss me.
Not here, not ever.
Unless you’re good at goodbyes
and can cut strings cleanly
(without frayed ends)
when everything we ever had
screeches to halt.

October 23nd our worlds collided,
                       but we could not see the end.
Late nights filled with drunken talks,
                       thoughts never to be spoken sober.
My arms were lonely and abused,
                       yet you brought love upon them.
You had found a broken angel,
                       and turned her into an ill demon as yourself.
Talks of drugs and explorations banned in your worlds,
                       that little innocent girl was soon killed off.
Eventually you grew tired because she was not herself,
                       yet you were the one who had made her into a demon.
She eventually sobered up,
                       from the pain and intoxication and grabbed her wings and flew.
She begged for forgiveness,
                       yet could never revert back.
You grew to miss her,
                       at least that's what you made her believe.
You had changed,
                       you were no longer the demon,
                                              you were the devil.
You tormented her,
                       til her arms became to bleed black.
She could not satisfy your desires,
                       she was a weak slave in your eyes,
                                              unworthy of anything.
Once again,
                      her heart and soul collapsed,
                                              the pain destroyed her.
As did you,
                       mighty lover.
You destroyed her most of all,
                       yet beware;
Just because you created her, does not mean you can control her.
                       She's returning for her revenge.
-l.c.g.

you've told me before
i'm nothing
             to you
worthless

i know

that if you ever saw me
how i wished
you would
you would see
something
              everything
far from
the me
you once
          (never)
knew