Won't you come here love?
I want your lips pressed against mine;
I want you to be the
first sweet thing I taste.
The dose of caffeine
I desperately need upon the rising sun,
the jolt to get me through my day.
The one thing that proves to me;
I don't really need coffee.
-JRM

Is it not strange and wonderful-
how pain makes beauty richer?
Show me your scars.
Show me your evil.
Show me your sorrow.
Read me the story of your redemption.
I am tired of your perfection.
I am tired of your strength.
Let me love you.

Poison runs through our veins
A mirror shows you the way
Into a light
that burns until ashes remain
and
Our perspective has shifted
You've gone from living a memory
To some *******
Where absolutely nothing has changed
We gave it our all, but it's just not enough
I'm so tired of these stories of love

And from a broken mirror a Phoenix shall rise
Dust to dust it's all the same
Day by day; whether it's him or me

The darkest night
The dullest glow
It's all inside
It's all for love

Repeat

Let's cut down a weeping willow
Plant it's roots beneath your pillow
Sleep over sadness
Too much leads to sickness
In turn introduces anger
And broken dishes
I won't stand by and be a witness
I am not worthless
I'm more than the words I'm hit with
And no less than my definition of perfect
I won't be bullied
You've hurt me
Shards of glass lay scattered
I guess peace of mind doesn't matter.
Because bronze beats brains
Even if it's mind over matter

I am a soldier
even in my dreams
fighting against monsters in my memories
I am a soldier
I'm not so strong anymore
fighting against the blade at my wrist
I have won the battle
I am losing the war

I can not see my hand in front of me
It's being swallowed by darkness
And maybe that's a good thing
Because the dark can hide scars better than any long-sleeve can

And that's why I love it so much
Because I never have to look at those horrifying lines at night
Those purple-pink scratches that have formed a moat around my wrist
But the thing about this moat is that it is too good at keeping the dragons out
Fire-breathing thoughts that storm into my castle

And don't they understand why I wear bracelets?
Apparently not because they ask me far too often
And I always have the same answer
Invisibility
Because it's the truth
These bracelets hide battle wounds better than metal armor
Because these bracelets are my armor
And these razors in my drawer are swords that are more familiar than the back of my hand

And yet, nobody ever notices
They never notice when I wear sweaters in 70° weather
Nobody notices the days I fidget with my sleeves because they aren't long enough
Because nobody ever pays attention to the sad girl
Nobody, except her razors

You told me to stay, but I'm cold and you're on the verge of passing out. I wish I could have called you last night when I was crying, but I couldn't seem to find your number. Baby, you were the best cup of coffee I've ever had, but I was your 8th shot of whiskey. But that's the kind of thing you're into and I know I'm not. And you say I'm too smart for you, but you don't realize how intelligently you put it. And I may be a well-running Volkswagon, but you're a shiny, new Mustang. And I may be good, but you're better. So what I'm trying to say is: we may not be good together, but I think I might love you. But like I said: I'm cold and you're on the verge of passing out.



So I'm taking your jacket and leaving