Can you not see me? Am I not there?
I used to be everything to you, now you just don't care

If we pass in the street, you look the other way
I hope to catch your eye but you shy away

You're with someone else now, laughing at his jokes
Fluttering your eyes and lighting up his smokes

I don't even know him but I hope he hurts
When it's his turn to watch your sly little flirts

Feel the pain that I felt as you slipped away from me
Saying "it's me not you" as you explain you must be free

A cloud hangs over me, my stomach has cramps, a knot
What's the point of carrying on?
None, that is what

You told me you
              Couldn't find your way
                                     In your darkest nights
So I left you a star
               A star in every poem
                               To find your way home

You loved me as a volcano;
Unstable in your words.
Violent in your actions.
Hearts are left in sediments
This way.

she is a butterfly.
but they have clipped her wings,
and tore her apart limb from limb,
and now she doesn't even realize that she's butterfly anymore.

You know how you and a butterfly similar?
You both have very beautiful wings.
You are both beautiful but you don't see it.

You know how to make a difference?
Try not being a butterfly and see your beauty,
Unless you wanna see yourself like a moth forever.

There is silence in our eyes

I see you in the darkness

Of your fading light

Make me believe

That fairies tell tales

Of magic and love

That conquers the world

Yet when time fades

And the earth breaks

Beneath our feet

Remember

I once told a fairy

to tell a tale

Of your heart

Even if

It is not paired

With mine.

Yes,
You were my first heartbreak,
But this is not the first time you have
broke my heart.
-i.w.

I wish it was just a story.
I wish she didn't think it was.
And I wish that she'd understand that not all stories ,make believe or not, don't always have a happy ending.
I wish she'd tell me I'd be alright.
I wish she'd help me.
I wish she'd believe me.
I wish this was a story.
But it's not.
And I wish that it never happened.
But she doesn't believe that.
She never would.
Because it's all just a story.
Just a story