Sing me a song.
Sing me to sleep.
Tell me you love me.
Tell me something deep.
I don’t really care what,
I just need to hear your voice.
I’m sickened by my choice.
My life is at a stand still
When you’re not here.
I don’t want to lose you,
That’s my fear.
So for the right here and right now
Talk to me, sing to me, believe in me.

It’s rare that I cry.
Not even for my life.
But when I do, it’s a single tear.
A tear that rolls along.
Creeping from the corner,
Sliding down my cheek.
I don’t push it away.
I don’t wipe it.
I allow it to tickle and taunt me.
It’s proof.
Proof that what I feel is true.
Proof that it wasn’t me,
It was you.

The sound of the match,
The ignition of the lighter.
It ignites a fire inside her.
The flame.
It gives birth.
It takes life.
It sways from the left to right.
It lights up the night.
It gives warmth.
It takes heat.
It's a pain,
Flames infect her membrane.
“Burn ****, **** society”
She burns what she cannot tame.
She burns what they call “lame”
She raised an army of flames,
That rose up due to the hatred in her brain
And her veins.
The fire can burn up all.
Except the lonely pain.

Keep me around long enough.
Just to play me.

Love me enough.
Just to hate me.

Spit venom.
Words do hurt.
Actions now are over rated.
Don’t mean to be curt.
Looks don’t mean ****.
Personality is just as worse.

People can make themselves seem like a dream.
In actuality, they’re a fein addicted to killin feelings.
Something said don’t.
I didn’t listen.
Now my heart is missing.

**** tears, crying won’t change it.
My emotions, I had to hang them.
Tired of being weak.
Tired of the way you speak.

Babe, eat your words.
Bite the bullet.
Kiss the curb.
Swallow your nerves.
Hate my words.

Chocolate kisses.
Afternoon oral.
Nothing left of me is moral.
My soul is tainted and soiled.
I can’t help it, you’re spoiled.

You rack up the hearts.
Kind words slide from your lips.
Hip to hip.
Lips on lips.
This is it.

Who is she.
She is not I.
I shall not cry.
I always wanted that to be me.
Yet, I enjoy being free.
Not being trapped.
Not being suffocated.
I enjoy my dark soul now.
It leaks sarcasm and hatred like a rain cloud.

So for right now.
I’m burning your book.
Burning your lies.
Severing our ties.
Giving truth to your lies.

Taking back what’s mine.
Swallowing my emotions like the devils potion.
Once six feet under yet now
I’m on cloud 115 floating.
I’m high with no smoking.
I’m moving on just like the current of the ocean.

And currently, over you.
and done moping.

So done moping.

Words cannot describe what you mean to me.
But I can try.
You are the puff of hopeful wind in the summer heat.

You are the friction between the ****** position.
You are the love in all of the fall kisses.
You are the hope that our generation dismisses.

What are you to me?
You are more than the air I breathe.
You are the life in every cell that makes up my being

You are the fire that gives rebirth.
You are the spring rain, feeding the earth.
You are what I want, no, what I need.

You are a memory.
You are a roaming thought.
You are the whisper in the wind of yesterday.

You are love.

"I don't know what world you live in where you think I'm nice.."
I've always been one to think twice.
Possibly three times.
But this time,
It's goodbye.
Insults falter on the tip of my tongue.
Daring to dance with your mentality.
Wanting to hurt you, as bad as you hurt me.
You think it is I that am disillusioned.
Yet it is you, who keeps me in blissful confusion.
You tease me with the idea of we
You push me to believe there maybe an us.
But what should I trust?
Who should I love?
I fell in love with the one who is nice?
I have no appointments to be heartbroken twice.

You don't want to be a good guy.
But baby you are.
You want to hurt me with your words.
Yet your eyes glisten like the stars.
You want me to go away.
Your heart screams for me to stay.
This isn't recess,
I'm not down to play the games.