She’s not alive anymore
Something inside her broke
and it was the last string left
and the first time they spoke
They don’t talk because
no one cares
No one’s there
Then there are her friends
She doesn’t even like them
and you don’t get it
she’s bleeding
She’s numb
and if you weren’t so dumb
and maybe if you got off your ***
and sold the banana and grew a pair
she’d smile and sing
like she used to
but now every other word’s a sting
and she sits behind me in math class
but we’d never let her in
and she doesn’t tell me what she thinks
the national geographic
was being too graphic
when all she wanted to know was the traffic
in London, and somewhere in France
and the size of that ugly fat ladies pants
and the weather and whether or not she could cry
and if she would actually die
To be the size of the ladies on tv
As she reads her books
She gives her looked
She hurt herself
She hides her heart
She’s torn apart by you
And if you’d open your eyes
You’d see her tears
And tear
Yourself from the hurt and hate you
Harbor and see that

You like the hiding behind closed doors smile
Don’t you
You like the Shushed, Hushed hub bubs
Don’t you?
You like the long silences and awkward pauses
Don’t you
You like the “Shh, don’t tell anyone what. We. Did”
Don’t you?
You like keeping secrets and letting people say
Don’t you....
You like locking people like me in closets, knowing that my clothes will never be closed to people like you and your sick twisted...
Don’t you’s.
Well this virus isn’t going to go away, thats right I’m here to stay and nothing is going to get in my way so baby sit tight cuz it’s only going to get harder, better faster and finally stronger.
Don’t you
think that this is getting old, maybe we should try something else, maybe you should get over it and let me go, from this fun house mirrors
Don’t you
wonder if one day I’m going to realize that you are not.
Who you want me to be
Who they look up to
Don’t you
Know I’m going to take the edge and step from it
I’ve out grown all my briches and
Brunt all my bridges and
Cryed all my rivers
I’m trying to get over it but
You don’t know how hard it is to let it.
Go.
You like the “Quiet timing”
Don’t you?
You want me to stand back while you
Hurt me?
Here we lay,
broken at best
Shattered Pieces
Shattered Rest
Left alone
Dead beats in my chest
Cold and hard
lest we let go
Lest we rest
Lest we think over this terrible mess
Don’t you
Know about the ending the finish
Don’t you?
Think maybe we should give up
while we are ahead...

Nigel had said a lot that day, he spoke of old love and Jesus and other such fun and ****** things, he swore only once, and the lines from the poem stuck out like bright pink bubble gum on the soul of a black shoe, special lines.
Sunday was a long day, I didn't think anything would come of it but he still made me nervous.
We went to the skate park and he sat across from me and we were together and talking about the terrible person who had broken his heart, and how he never really loved her, he loved the idea of her.
I thought of how dumb it was to think you were in love with someone and then only like them for who they seem to be.
The windswept us under a skate jump and we just sat away from it all tucked away, then it started, he was annoying,
His hands found my extremely ticklish sides and he wouldn't let them go. At one point I tried to get out and he pulled me
Onto his lap, I was sitting on him and every inch of my body was screaming about something, about how much I loved this man and
How on Monday nothing would change and we would just go back to being friends, then he grabbed me and we found ourselves cuddling
Out of the wind and my lips were too close to his I opened them as if to prelude to a kiss, that day he had been licking his bottom lip
Lip which was a sign that he wanted to kiss someone, My lips parted and I spoke the line that reminded me of everything I wanted,
"I wanna kiss you like a traffic jam."
He smiled and laughed without moving his head back, "I wanna kiss you so badly, I am willing to chop of my own head and throw it at your lips"
I taunted him, my nerves tingling. This was wrong, or was it... it felt to good to be wrong,
And yet...I challenged him.
"Bring it."
And then we were kissing.

When the spider and the rabbit dance.
The tiger never wins.
The spider has his webs of steel and gold
the rabbit his tunnels and the stories he spins.
the tiger runs to his princes defense.
but the spider has a tighter hold
though the rabbit knows his way around.
the story’s left untold.

Itsy bitsy spider
Crawled into rabbits brain
Then came the murders
They made bunny go insane
Out came his tiger
To take away the pain
But the itsy bitsy spider
Will take control again.

Itsy bitsy magpie
Pulled bunny down to see
Though the pills he took were great,
he’d never quite be free.
Bunny tried with all his might
to scare magpie away
but the magpie ushered him to the mirror
and whispered “ look, You’re me!”





itsy bitsy bunny
was tired of his game
he wrestled with the magpie night and day
but never felt okay.
Finally bunny had had enough
And threw his hope away
His tiger took him by the wrist and mumbled.
Just one more day.

Procrastination is evil.
2. Heartbreak is not the same thing as death.
3. Food is good for you, starving is bad
4. People think you’re beautiful, but that doesn’t mean they like you
5. Loving someone is about giving them all and knowing they give all as well.
6. Poetry makes the world around.
7. Success is measured by you, not them.
8. I don’t think I know anyone who hates me as much as I hate myself, which is probably a good thing because most days I don’t really hate myself that much.
9. Pressure is something you apply to an open cut, not your life.
10. People will always change, nothing is permanent.

The science of missing you is the distance between the roughness of your tongue and the softness of your lips.
The exact moment we connected I've been separated from my mind since then, because you roam inside of it. Held my momentum down with a single claw.
the mathematics behind how it feels to touch you is a million to one, I have come undone under the pressure of your memory.
The exact science of missing you is an equation I can't keep myself from memorizing, your scent is still thrilling, your memory is killing me but I would rather die than never have myself
entwined with you.