Words Words
***** and *****
The girl runs away
she slams the door
she takes a knife
and cuts her skin
remembering how ******* up her life has been
she leans to the toilet
throws up to be thin
at school all she has is a grin
She cuts cuts cuts some more
Screaming in pain, blood on the floor
People call her emo people laugh at her face
But they haven't even tried to be in her place
Her dad just yelled, her mom has depression
her brother has to go through a therapy session
Why can't people see? that grin is a lie
everything's done for her, her life's slowly fading by
Bloods dripping on the floor, she's screaming in pain
she can't eat because that means more weight to gain
She wishes to be perfect she says it's not fair
she says she hears people talking about her hair
She cuts it all off, her soul has been broken
but she never told anyone, her words were never spoken
She takes the rope, hangs herself in the dark
She no longer has a beating heart
Her friends fall to the ground
when they hear the words "She's dead"
Her brother cries as he sleeps in her bed
She is gone
She is done
Just because of people. making fun.
She's buried on a Saturday,
people start crying
all because that one girl stopped trying.

so before judging someone on their weight or their clothes
their laugh their talk their hair or their nose
Just take a moment to realize and see
Everyone is not always who they seem to be.

“You will get broken,
You will be bruised,
You will get burned,
You will be bitter,
You will forget how to breathe,
You will burn things,
You will bruise grounds,
You will break people,
You will breathe what you have forgotten,
You will be bitter,
You will be weak,
You will be weak,
You will be weak,
You will build up again,
You will bury the broken bones,
You will brush the bruises away,
You will breathe,
You will get better.

I wanted her to know I liked her

and maybe sometimes loved

so I gave her little wildflowers

the color of the dying sun

She was happy with the little signs

of my innocent affections

placing the flowers in her windows

and telling friends of my intentions

But one night I got too drunk

and I stumbled to her door

and led her in the blustery night

to a field of wildflowers on the shore

And when the sun rose on the coast

the field a burnt-orange blur

I told her I  planted them all

the first night that I kissed her

To be honest I just want my fingertips to be familiar with your bare skin. I want to see you naked 3 AM and remember that I have you forever. I want my eyes to be on a first name basis with every inch of your body. I want the taste of your body to be imbedded in my memory

Every time that I see you forced to take a deep breath. I have to try and regulate my heartbeat. When I see you you an inaudible wow always escapes my lips. That’s how amazing you are to me. So amazing that every time that I’m graced with your presence I accidentally let my awe of you escape me

When I see you in my mind,
all the burdens in my life,
seem to unwind.
One thing to me,
that is heavenly divine,
is whenever you press,
your soft lips to mine.
It always brings a smile to my face,
I would not want to be any other place,
except right here with you,
seeing that beautiful look on your face.
Then as we slide into bed,
nothing on but the candle light,
it makes me cry,
to know that I have,
the most beautiful girl by my side.
I hold you in my arms,
with all my love,
even if tomorrow,
would never come.
Seeing you lie there,
looking into my eyes,
for another slight moment,
another tear comes to my eye.
For when I look at you,
the way you do me,
I've never felt more sure.
That this love that we have,
between you and me,
is always and forever mean't to be.

They said, "We come from ******, where the love
"is more exquisite than men can dream of,
"much less provide.  The hard Augustan rules
"are masculine, and made for breeding fools.
"Your patriarchal moral cannot sever
"our intimacy---that will last forever!
"We have the right to choose our destiny,
"without permission of society.
"You call the past His-story; but a page
"has been turned.  We come out with a new age.
"New drama will appear upon the stage
"of life's existence---with new cast and scene,
"its poetry composed in Mytilene."
So spoke they both . . . intensely . . . from the heart.
Not too long, after that, they broke apart:
the one given to raging jealousy;
the other?---children, domesticity.

Stop Crossing Oceans For People That Wont
Even Cross A Puddle For You.

I  Want Someone  Who Will
Ruin My Lipstick,
Not  My Mascara

Feelings Dont Die Easy,
Because We Keep Feeding Them With
Memories.