You're mouthing along to a song
That holds a memory for you,
And in this moment, I love you
More than I understand;
More than you comprehend.

I spread my wings towards the sky;
My arms lift as the wind rips through me.
I am too high up, I am not high enough.
A gasp of the pre-storm sky sends me spiralling upwards,
But the higher I get, the more the skin peels away
from my bones like paper.

I can't tell you that this life is fair,
I cannot give you all the answers
In this ridiculous and repulsive world,
But I can help you find the answers
That fit your universe, if you want.

I feel the need to rant about this person, he is so beautiful.
Many people consider this word to mean something has no flaws, but Christopher has flaws. He is protective and has a god complex. He has moles everywhere and a curved spine and I have a feeling that he's never going to be anything other than ill. Beautiful.
He has this love for humanity that I admire. A desire to help everyone who has ever had anything wrong and it is amazing. I can barely keep myself calm enough to help three people, I cant touch people. people touch my skin and I want to scream, but it is so different when you do. You're safe. *You're beautiful.

I am sinking, under pressure normally,
But you touch my skin and everything,
Everything calms to the point that
I am either consumed by the thought
Of you or can think of nothing but sleep.

Because nothing hurts a person more
Than smiling at them
after they slap you in the face.

I don't feel real.

Your eyes are a circus mirror,
I see myself warped:
Unreal, too beautiful,
Too radiant.
That's not my me,
She's yours.

This ****** world just got bloodier,
The streets of the romance city are painted red.
Islamic state, you owned up and sound
So pleased with yourself.
How dare you.
In the name of Allah, the all loving,
You just killed people,
You did it.
Allah, who may well be benevolent,
Has nothing to do
With the blood on your hands.

My emotional state has taken a swan-dive
Off the edge of happy
But oh
What will happen next?

I feel like there's a coil of wire
Winding around my waist
Clenching, clenching, clawing
At the skin.

I don't know how much longer
I can take of this. I am so
Scared, I don't know
What to do.

There is not a person
On this night
Sober or drunk
Coherent or spack
Who didn't tell me
That you are perfect
And that I should hold
Onto you forever.
*It's kinda my plan.

You're stuck in the part where
You're having to live for other people,
But sooner rather than later,
You're going to start living for yourself
And the world looks so much better.

*the world becomes yours.

You don't trust me,
And I want you so far away.
She is too kind,
And you are too vain.
It is not her responsibility
To make up for the love
You failed to be given.
Learn.
Or I will campaign
For your removal
At her side.

I'm not good enough.

Stumbling over phrases and meanings,
We are running from the roots of where
These metaphors emerged.
We turn the leaves of books and hope
That in the scrawls of lonely lovers,
We'll find a home, and freedom.