She wants to hear she is beautiful.

She’s lately been falling apart.

It’s so hard for her to smile.

She looking for something, she still doesn’t know what.

She fights her urge to cry, but finally gives in.

She really needs someone to tell her “You are beautiful”.

She wants to hear it over and over again.

Maybe that way, she won’t feel so lonely.

Maybe that way, her pain will wash away.

She wants to forget about everything, everyone.

She wants to go somewhere. Somewhere to breathe, somewhere to… heal.

Somebody help her!

Somebody love her.

Somebody hold her.

Just tell her she is beautiful.

A vapour of desire
You bring with your smile,
Love trembles like leaves
In a cold autumn night.
A trail of passion
You bring with your look,
My heart flutters like a
Drop of rain, on fire.
To dream of your touch,
Of your lips, and your voice,
Like stars in daylight,
Warm moonlight in a dawn,
Like love in pain,
A smile, a look,
Nothing more than the
Smell of cold rain.

Good things never leave.

Like shadows from our past,
Once again blocking our view to freedom.
We are slaves to its torment.

Good things never last,

Like the love in your arms.
The sound of those words,
Still mocking me,
Pretending to be real.

Good things never stay.

Like the peace in my mind,
Lost in the wounds of time.
Each moment,
Another memory lost.

Good things never learn.

Like my heart,
Still bleeding for you.
Left here to die.

Good things never save.

Like the kiss of life,
Stolen from my lips.
I become the broken.

Good things never heal.

Like the burn marks on a building,
Its purpose is new,
But its scars still show.
Visible for all to see.

Good things never breathe.

The air is a toxin.
With each gasp taken,
The more lies consumed.
The harder your words are to swallow.

Good things never feel.

Because to feel,

Would mean,

To love,

You.

I'm writing to cure the anxious spirit
that fatigues the unstoppable thinking of the worried mind.
Strings of hair fall with the pulling of each thought.
Nails cut through skin like peeling oranges.
Without you, I feel desperate, vulnerable.
People's ignorance stops me from smelling your garden perfume.
Your purple hair is weaken by my rusty hands.
Every moment I swallow your omnipresent breath,
my lungs cry for more, leaving my mind in a fourth dimension.
New waves cover the sounds and become printed by inspirational shower of rain falling ideas.
Yet again the hunger boils your beauty with incredible ease.

He poured the coffee
Into the cup
He put the milk
Into the cup of coffee
He put the sugar
Into the coffee with milk
With a small spoon
He churned
He drank the coffee
And he put down the cup
Without any word to me
He emptied the coffee with milk
And he put down the cup
Without any word to me
He lighted
One cigarette
He made circles
With the smoke
He shook off the ash
Into the ashtray
Without any word to me
Without any look at me
He got up
He put on
A hat on his head
He put on
A raincoat
Because it was raining
And he left
Into the rain
Without any word to me
Without any look at me
And I buried
My face in my hands
And I cried

I’m a hypocrite fighting the wrong battle
On a vicious cycle of repetitive behaviour
It’s shameful to admit that nothing in my life has evoked such passion in me as jealousy

I’m a logical person but love is insanity and insanity knows no logic
I see her hands on him and before i know it im ripping that ***** ******* ****** hair out
Yes jealousy is a ***** emotion,but its power should never be underestimated.

Was there something I could of said or done?
Or am I just another loser apart of your games and she's the one who won?
This was the first time that I thought something could be perfect
That all the lying and sneaking around would one day all be worth it
But nothing can ever reach the value of perfection
With those several glaring misconceptions
Misconceptions of putting your heart on your sleeve
Misconceptions of being held in the silence that makes it hurt to breathe
And that smile behind your eyes that once stared deep into my soul
The gaze that once made me melt with butterflies, but then the your little catch took its tole
How could you lie to me so blatantly with no remorse?
Was all of this just a joke to you while your reality took its course?
As the mistakes began to haunt you and your insecurities were exposed
Was it your only option to rip up this melody so well composed?
Ignoring the truth and replaying the broken record playing in your head
This keeps you up at night, screaming in your face as you lay awake in bed
Press pause.
Here's the cause:
Its painful watching you settle for garbage when you deserve gold
Despite what anyone else has done to you and what you've been told
I never fight for someone unless I truly feel something
Even though it was only a couple weeks and appeared as nothing
I felt it, and I still do
so please, just tell me, do you feel it too?

We sit
and chat
and my heart feels like an excited baby bird
grasping at regurgitated worm carcus.
We walk
your arm hairs graze my own follicles;
my belly oozes all kinds of warm lovely juices.
Is this love?
Inexperience?
Or am I resisting your prying affection?
You are much too nice
to be seen with the likes of me.