sometimes i have to breathe in,
and breathe out,
so i can remind myself not
to doubt
my existence
so i can remind myself of
the distance
between my room and my
mother's
so i can remind myself to not give her another
gray hair
so i can remind myself that
someone out there
probably does care
so that i can remind myself that
i matter,
though my heart
may shatter
and the art
within me probably
won't matter
sometimes i have to breathe in,
and breathe out,
so i can remind myself that i am alive
and that i can survive.

you're lovely

*he said
and suddenly
her cold heart
was dead
and the art
within her
begin to bloom
like an april flower.

he was a masterpiece,
you can even say
that he was much more vaulable than a timepiece,
and everyday
he would always seem
to make my heartbeat increase.*

for he was such a lovely masterpiece.

There's many girls,
That guys don't consider
beautiful
or
****.
But that does not give guys the right,
to hurt and cheat on them.

It hurts to know,
That you'll never remember,
The things that,
I will never forget.
I guess I really loved you...
And you really didn't.

he sings each note
so sharp and clear
somewhere,
in a field of lavender
a fire crackles  
an hourglass shatters