they paint their nails dark shades of midnight
and wear clothes the color of ink
crying drops of ebony eyeliner
and listening to music angry as black
to the beat of clinking chains on their raven jeans

i think they are trying to mark up the world
with their sharpies
silently screaming "i am here"

i would rather be clothed in shadow
painting my nails in shades of heather
leaving my face bare and ashen
and listening to chords simple as grey
to the slow beat of plain charcoal strings around my wrists

i just doodle in the corner of my backyard
with light strokes of my pencil
wishing to disappear

i've been staring out of this window
for so long
i can't tell who's
gone

me
or
the people i can't see

The girl in my poems,
she lives in the darkness
and never steps into the light.
I have never seen her
but I feel her when I step into the dark.
I can feel her tears when I touch her,
I can hear her quietly speaking
while she's lying in my arms.
And while she'll never come into the light
I can try to draw her with my words
'cause that's the only way
she can be seen.
I just hope that you'll see
the beautiful girl
I met in the shadows
if you look at my words.

Now that I got it,

what am I going to do about it?

I can't tell him I would drop everything for him

That if I could make all of his pain go away in his whole life, I would do anything

That even if his happiness doesn't see me in the picture I want it for him

That he could stop talking to me for days and days and I would still be there at his beck and call when he decided to reach out

So I retract and I smile when he reaches out and I laugh when we chat and I shy away when we are together

But my heart yearns for his.

It's not the fact that I was left,
it's the fact that I was never told why.

“i love you”
those words
                      d
                         r
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                             p
                               p
                                 e
                                   d
                                      from his lips
i believed his deceitful manner
his charisma, it was alluring