it's easier to point out my flaws rather than the tear stains on my cheecks

your demons drive an interest in my soul
i crave more of you

while we rest, our minds infuse with magnificent visuals.

are these wonders of what we desire,

or are they futures to be revealed?

for the free spirit can merely ponder of how sensational our dreams are the following wake

let me be your laugh when you thought you could only scream

The damage a storm can do
isn't even close to how I felt after you

i fell in love with the way your eyes stared at my imperfections and how you told me they reminded you of your favorite place to be

loving me is like loving the dead flowers in the winter

Love is when you reach for her hand instead of the bottle

I miss you.

These words would be the last breath that I allowed my empty soul to take in.

His hands are numb from
strangling the demons inside

everyday I walk past the same bus stop searching for a familiar face in the windows
I couldn't tell you how many times the bus stops there each day but I can remember each time the memories begin in my fingers and ended in the tears on my cheek and how often the driver closes the door so fast that it busts on my face like my windshield did last Christmas break and how I sat and listened to each piece of glass cutting into me like the words of my father whose religion was drinking himself to death
everyday I walk past the same bus stop with the same people at the same hour and I wonder how often they go home to shaking bodies and broken bones and how many times that door gets slammed in their face so hard that they remember every time he grabbed her too hard and how she would claw the door for someone to pull her up for air or how often they almost got away but they didn't press the gas hard enough or the window wasn't high enough
and I wonder how many of the innocent souls on the damaged bus have seen the light after they've been in the dark for so long

she roamed in the pale moon light
only so no one noticed the physical scars
that bandaged her broken heart

i need you to need me

he makes me feel like I'm running to the subway with only a minute to spare and I can't tell whether I make it in time or not

learning how to forget the pain caused is the worst pain of all

i wonder if they notice that i can't breathe when they mention your name

she's choking herself with the tears she's holding back

everything was such a beautiful lie and I never had the courage to hear the truth being screamed in my face

i'm screaming your name and your response is a blank stare

let me be the one who tells you everything will be okay,
let me be the one who makes your fears go away

the day that you walked out was the day that the bottles we threw finally broke on my face

1:25 AM and i can still feel your breath on my shoulder when you would beg me to stay

I've heard that sitting in silence is peaceful and relaxing.

All I can hear are her screams of regret.

I saw your face for the first time in over a month today. for some reason, it still hurt to see you smile and laugh with other people.

we haven't spoken in weeks and we probably won't ever feel the need to again. but God ****** there's something about you that won't get out of my head.

i know i love you because you make me want to do things that i have never had the courage to do before

i needed you but you needed her more

you are the person that makes every clock stop
and every broken memory fade

My obsession over being wanted came from never feeling wanted.

Sometimes I drive fast
to feel what it's like
to be alive again

I've built this wall up for so long that I'm only now realizing that every brick I used was filled with the memories you left me

you ask me what's wrong
as if you weren't aware that
the scars on my body
were because of you

tell me who broke you but don't say my name too loud

I am surrounded with people and I feel alone sitting next to you.

maybe if you scream my name loud enough it will muffle all the doors that were slammed in my face

maybe if you hold me tight enough then every voice saying i'm worthless will fade away

He holds his breath
So she can gather her thoughts
He would die for her
And she would watch

i'm strangled by the thoughts of your lips on mine ever again

maybe my hands
are always cold
to show
that
i would be nothing
without
you

and the saddest part is that i still listen to one of your voicemails that i saved from months ago because that was the last time your voice ever begged for my love

i beg for you to call one last time because my worst fear is forgetting your sweet voice when i need to hear it the most

It's 1:24 AM and I still remember you telling me we would last forever