I remember that it hurt,
to see you hurt.
The destruction he caused,
cursed your self-being.
Once a lovely flower,
but now a lonely ****.
Your eyes tell stories of the complete
chaos he put you through.
I sit,
and I read you.
Over and over.
Discovering your lost hopes by
each ****** expression,
each body movement,
And yet your silent.
Lost in a nightmare.
Reminiscing about the memories he left you behind to cry with.
And all I can do is sit,
and watch you pick up the pieces
he shattered of you.

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I've  just smashed my keyboard to smithereens to depict anger, I've plugged in my old one now. I thought the other would survive longer....

A fruitless endeavor.

When he walked into that room, he carried his whole life with him.

There is something.

It all began when the umbilical was cut.

After that conversation, he just wanted to drink and be whole again.

She sighed with pleasure and slipped the bonds of the appropriate.

He was as nervous as a ***** in an earthquake.

A thousand years ago, he would not have made that promise.

Jesus, get that thing out of here!

Life was good; he had just gotten an NSA grant to study the speed of darkness.

Sure, I knew your mother; she was great in bed

beautiful verses
that flow easily from her fingertips
leave me in awe
of the fact
that simple words
can have such a deep impact
on my mind.

What's the best super power?
Invisibility?
The power to read minds?
To fly?
To have metallic claws?
To have blue skin and be anyone you want to be?
To fall in love?
I'm pretty sure it's the last one.
The greatest power in the world is the ability to fall in love.

I want to bare my soul to anyone who cares enough not to hurt it
but I think maybe our bodies should keep to themselves mostly

I peel my skin back
To reveal my vulnerablity
Just to find my nature is to scab.
That's not life baby;
Life is that time in between
Before you fend off the alien
And dance with what you breathe out.