I love june.
A feeling not even death could take.
A feeling inside me, brought only from you.
The perfection of beauty i get to call "baby."

I touch your beautiful face.
Then i remember.
Thats your picture.
This is december.

I havn't always been this way.
Hurt is my new friend.
In fact, it's only known me for close to a day.
About nine hours before the first ten.

I was born in the first second of the morn.
Twenty-four hours where my life of plight.
I hope you're not to torn.
Suicide is the victor tonight.

I quit my swallows for the swallow that the doctor gave me. Never thought i'd see the day they told me getting high would solve my problems. It don't even work no more. I need my self medication.

Denial of service
Do not disturb
I reject the world
I'm afraid of hurt

Empty at a party
Lonely at a crowd
I blame the world
When i let myself down

Today i found that wells aren't eyes.
Empty eyes sting.

Fields of flowers.
Partitions in the mind.
A dew drop on a blade of grass.

My oh my,
how the world changes.

I feel like im running in a circle chasing dreams

I love unconditionally.
A love that could outlast infinity. Burning stronger than a planet of coal set on fire. Focused only at one, for only one loved back. A true love given, a true love recieved. But then everything changed. The oxygen left. I could not breathe, let alone show my burning love. She left. She returned, only to dump pollution. 1, i still loved her. 2, i didn't mind. 3, for old times sake. 4, i'll just start drinking. 5, i'm hate you. 6, i can't stop drinking. 7, i can't stop hating you. 8, you return.

As if nothing ever happend, i attempt to reignite the fire. A fire without oxygen. A fire without fuel. A fire without heat. A fire in a pool of water.

I used to love unconditionally.

It's not that you don't love me,
I know that you do;
It's that you didn't love me
Back when i loved you.

My life is just like my poetry.

A dissapointment.

Goodnight, goodnight
Forever and a day
Dream sweet of me tonight, my love
For from this night i will not wake

My glass parachute
I love the way you lie
Telling me it will be alright
Just to let me down

Oh, how careless!
Packing up these shards
Expecting not to get cut
I wish i would have listened

Chase, chase, chase
I lust for the thrill
Pump, pump, pump
Nothing like a little blood

**** love
****, love
I love the way you **** me
We're ******, love

Staring at you
Ignoring percaution
You have me captivated
I love ever last hellish second

I'm going mad again
It's getting bad again
It's the past again.
Feelin trapped in my own skin.

Time affects existance, therefor ideas do not exist. Gravity is more delicate than ideas. Give me your money and i will give you bread. Give me your time and i will give you ideas. Evolution began with a daydream.

I saw a muse today.
She didn't see me back.
She was thinking about her muse.
My muse, too, infact.

I saw you today.
I smiled.
Reminiscing on you, and i smiled.
This is new.

You are not mine.
But i smiled.
Because now i will never be yours.
Only mine.

You might hate me.
I don't mind.
I was your punching bag.
And now  i'm all mine.

I smiled today.
The thoughts of you are going away.
As the train prepared to **** my lifeless body,
I smiled.

You took everything when you left.
Now its my turn to leave.
This beauty is all mine.
You will never take this from me.

i feel the pressure as i fall to fame
just one more shot
one more brain
another kid who feels this pain
another body left to hang

You've stepped out of my life
But you'll never leave my mind
My heart bleeds tonight
Goodbye my love

I know.
It takes more than a minute to burn down a forest.

What about a sappling?

A drip dropped down my window today.
 I dabbled in doubling the distance.
  The yesterday of tomarrows before,
    Left me stranded in the way.

The first time you buy a painting, it is the pride of your house. You put it on display because this painting made your day. But as days turn into weeks, you get tired of Mistique, the painting of your dreams. You take it off the center spot and put it in a bathroom lot, where its beauty gets defaced and its colours start to fade. But Mistique is still standing. By month ten you've been through more then one painting, and Mistiques sitting in some old bend, remembering it's friend, just waiting for the end.

You're looking for some dread but found Mistique insteand and remember that first friend, who's torn apart by now. You tape a glue and colour it all new but on the inside,

Mistique is already dead.

We were in the cell
Coated in shades of orange
I was afraid of her
She was entertained by me

We were in a park
Together, planting flowers
I was entertaining
She was entertained

We were just realesed
Laying in that familiar place
I was madly in love
She wished she could say the same

I was in a cell
Coated in shades of grey
I was madly in love
She had ran away

Yet as i cry myself to sleep, i cannot hate you.
I love you.
I am here for you.

You ******* destroyd me.

But i will always be here for you.
I will always love.
That ring on your finger is our forever and always.

You might not stay true forever, you might not always think about the things you're doing.
Yet even though you let him take your first time,

I will love you. Forever and always.