Her life had been built
Purely to love
To love with everything she is

But her greatest fault
Was that no one
Could ever love her back

So she took the smiles
The friendship
The closeness

Always knowing
No man
Would hold her

Love her

Give her what she has given him
Courage to be themseleves
The ability to feel special

She cannot be loved
But that cannot stop her
From loving.

You play god
By messing with another's head
By using secrets you shouldn't know
By crushing hearts that were close to your throne
By stealing hearts you already owned
Now that you're gone
You're on your own
Playing a god
Without a role

If you could drown your emotions in a sea of music and laughter
Would you?
If you could forget your memories with problems of the present
Would you?
If you could numb yourself with weariness
Would you?

I feel your soft skin
Your beat of your heart within
The love inside your eyes
Then why so many lies
To **** the life I had

i became something dark.........
                  .........but i didn't mind
because i was in love............
                 .........with a monster

I could have,
Should have,
But if I would have
Listened to the thunderous voices in my
Gut—
I wouldn’t have to regret these words
That left my mouth
Prematurely, unfiltered
Rolling off my childish tongue.

Eating bagel bites,
I heard the words
“I think I am
Falling in love
With you.”
The deepest sinking feeling in my chest,
Without a breath of clarity,
Or a drip of saliva
To swallow my lies,
I spit out the words
“I love you too…”
My instant regret.

He took a breath of relief
As if he was holding this in
For a lifetime.


What the actual ****?
What am I saying?
What am I doing?
How do my words affect others?
I ****** his whole world up.

Three simple words,
Power in simplicity—
Use them wisely,
Invest with care.
You never know how much you can
**** someone’s world up–
Make them go crazy,
Make yourself go crazy with regret.

Three simple words:
I love you.
I loved you.
BUT—
I was not in love with you.

****.

Tell me, beloved, how many people you have killed
in your mind, over and over
Tell me of the throats you have twisted
and of the deaths you have relished
whisper them into my hair in the dead of the night
Tell me of their perpetual last breaths
So I may know the darkest parts of your soul
and love them also.