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What’s the difference?
They’re both just ***.

love would be easier
if it made you happy
all the time.

love would be easier
if hiding was just a game
instead of a constant battle.

love would be easier
if I could keep that smile of yours
to always reach the stars.

love would be easier
if thoughts of death
did not bombard both of our minds.

love would be easier
if I could **** your demons
that I cannot see.

love would be easier
if you would let me in
so I could help you heal.

love would be easier
if I could let go of the past
and realize that my future is right before me.

love would be easier
if I could taste you constantly
instead of lying here alone.

love would be easier
if I never said hello
after all, everything ends, right?

please don't go.

I've never been much of a photographer
but it seems that every photo I take of her
from any angle or lighting or background
seems to level with her beauty.

if the sun shines behind her
it brightens up her
already porcelain skin
and creates this unbelievable
contrast of lights
and even darks.

I may not be a photographer
but you are my inspiration to
write, read, smile, make memories,
and even to live.

you are a piece of art,
and your beauty deserves
to shine.

“Don't you even try,"
They always seem to tell you;
I won't bring you down.

I'm so filled with self loathing
I have a problem believing
Anyone could love me
And then you happened
You, with your perfect grades,
And perfect family,
Perfect everything
It makes sense you'd want a perfect girlfriend
So why'd you settle for me?
Why am I next to you?
Me, the definition of average
It doesn't add up
Why is there an us?
Us, You and I
Perfect and average?
You're not a good liar
I can tell when you do
And it seems you're not lying
When you say "I love you"
I don't know what to think anymore
Because you've told me all the things
I never told myself
And I think I needed that
More than anything

She reads
                                          And she sleeps
                                                      Way too much
                                                            ­           It's her coping defence
                                                                ­               When nothing else will suffice
                                                         ­               She needs to get away
                                                       Without actually leaving
                                             Because she's too scared
                                   And too tired
                                            To leave her bed
                                                      So she cracks open a book
                                                            ­     To escape somewhere far away
                                                            ­             And she'll sob for the characters
                                                      ­                       Whose brokenness resembles hers
                                                            ­                                   And then she'll sleep
                                                           ­                                   And have sweet dreams
                                                          ­              Of realities that are not her own
                                                       Because pretending is so much easier
                                                 Than facing reality
                             So she'll sleep and dream
          And secretly wish she won't wake up
So she can finally escape