When you can feel the rush
The pressure

When you can't breathe
Or think

When the world spins
The walls close in

When no one notices
You fade away

i love a boy who isn't mine
but i still touch him like he is.
he gets day drunk and lays in the grass
in the lawn of public restaurants with me.
and when he's on my couch, i want to run my fingers through his hair,
i want to massage his scalp, and i want to kiss him ever so tenderly.
i want to bite his lips
i want to sink my teeth in his neck
and run my nails down his chest and back.
i want to nibble on his earlobe,
and kiss his cheeks.
i want to wake up next to him
and i never want to get up.
but i'm in love with a boy that isn't mine.

I cant say it.
I am not brave enough yet.
To be brave is to do something your afraid to do.
I am afraid to say
I love you.
Only with the fear of loosing you.
Because I have been brave
before.
I have loved
before,
and I have lost
before.
I am not ready to be
brave just yet.

I'll get drunk on your love
I'll drink all your pain

When you're unhappy
I'll take it away
When you feel lonely
I'll be by your side

I adore you, My Love
I need you, My Love
I am here for you, My Love

You love me.
Whats wrong with you?
You say it every time you hug me.
Why cant i say it ?
I'm afraid of it.
Why am afraid?
cause it could destroy me
if i were to obtain it.
Do I even contain it?
I don't believe I do
because if I were to
I'd love myself, and
you.
-*love

You given me all of you
Laid it all out on the table
Told me all of your secrets
Shown me who you truly are
You are comfortable with yourself
I am not
I still can't seem
To let my walls down
Tell you my secrets
Show you who I truly am
Cause I truly don't even know
Even still
You tell me you love me
But I've realized now more than
Ever I don't deserve you
I can't tell you I love you because
I can't even tell myself the person I
Should be most comfortable with
I can not tell myself I love me
Because I honestly don't
So I can't honestly tell you
I love you
With out first  loving
Myself.

What would I do if my family died?
I would stroll by the beach
and let waves swallow me.
I would sit by the jagged rocks
and wish for the werewolves,
mermaids, vampires to come to
my rescue.
I would take a hand full of the rough sand
and let my tears transform it into a mould.
I would build a sandcastle and let the water
cut through,
exactly like the tears rolling down my freckled face.
Then I would jump from the cliff,
the dive funerial, graceful and almost glad
like the splash of water that hit the rocks
one last time.