Give me power.

*Smile.

Crushed under the weight of my desire for affection.

To be loved unconditionally,
And be shown
With a whisper
Of breath on my neck.

Bubbles blosoming bellow,
Wretched, wrenching roses.
Thorns outstretched,
the darkness drawing
Blood from wounds long sealed.
Who could sleep
On this bed of brambles
When the pain
Comes from
Within.

Crying in front of the person you need most.

This isn't discipline,

This is the destruction of a soul.

My brain hurts.
I can't turn or blink,
Have the lights too bright,
Or have them dim.

I haven't lost anything, I know
But it feels like an absense,
A cavity in my side
Where you should be housed.

While you sleep,
its where you fit
And when I sleep
It's where my comfort
Is growing from

You rooted yourself
Deep inside my mind
And are tying knots:
strangling my heart

To be awake for thirty six hours and it not be strange

The world is dull in here.
You stop, we stop, it all ******* stops.
And the world, we know keeps going
But by Christ, in here we don't know;
Wouldn't know if America were nuked
Or Isis got sold more guns.
We are reduced to numbers
A seat number, a passport id
Ugh I'm bored.

My mind is screaming

Silence can't come soon enough

The wolves are gathering.
Run.

Crack open a book,
Crack open a door,
Crack open your mind
To find out the terrors in store

You gave me a kiss
You gave me a promise
"We'll see each other at Christmas"
Three years on, my once was love
We've started talking and I'd forgotten
How brilliant you were and
How brilliant we were
You make me laugh
But you broke
My heart.

The last slice of cake being offered to you
Your best friend laughing hysterically
The first kiss after years of unrequited love
The second, the third, the 50th
A promise being kept
Or a hug being given when you need it most

and all the years we try
to beat the clock that goes tick tock
but in the end we die.

they love us so,
love love love.

no understanding though.

There's static on my brain,
Except I can't ground it
I can't make it leave
By wiping it away with my hand

When I touch it, it shocks my hand
And makes me shake
And fogs my mind
And I can't stomp it out

Panic is a fog of static
Its there, you know its there
But you can't. can't
Do anything about it.

How's about, with all this preaching
Of acceptance and forgiveness,
We learn to respect conflicting politics
Because in the same way that
A Muslim and a Jew will hold alternative
Views, a tory and labour do too.
Why is it fair to rip apart a communist
For believing in equality or a
Capitalist for believing they should keep
What they earn. We're all out
For what makes our life easier so just
**Back the *******.

Welcome to England ladies,
It takes us twenty minutes to leave our borders,
And a lifetime to regret it

Be close to me
Be a part of me
Breath in me
While I breath in you

Hold me
Hold my heart
Believe in me
While I believe in you

who knew doing singing for a subject would be hard?
hold a melody, hold a harmony, keep time.
okay.

now name the melody's key and the harmony's chord
keep the time and know what you're doing.
okay.

watch, listen, repeat, now give it a year to forget
and now write a thousand words on it.
help.

and now, with a month until our exams
we have to learn it all again.
****.

:)

I hope I don't talk In my sleep,
Because I know I talk a lot when
I'm awake but If I sleep talk,
You'll find out Just how lonely
I
                    am
at
           night.

We click our fingers when we get something,
We click the safety off when we lose *everything.

Scars don't hurt,
They itch.

An itch is just a niggling,
Annoying little nail
Dragging down the back of your mind,
Piercing for while you think of it,
There until you forget.

If they hurt, you'd never
Forget that they were there,
Dragging nails through your heart,
Piercing through your skin
For you to always remember.

Itch the scratch of hurt,
Drag nails through your mind and heart
So your scars are never forgotten
But they don't break through your skin.

When you look at a pair of hands and just know that having them in yours would make the panic go away.
The tight bundle of nerves in your stomach would ease into excitement rather than fear at the sensation of being laced with someone else.
Touch never has to be ****** but it is almost always sensual and god, I want the tickling burn of hands moving up and down my forearm,
nails scraping a little so that it awakens the senses but doesn't overwhelm them.
The feeling of being physically alone is a constant weight on my chest- when I see a happy couple, I'm not jealous of their closeness or their happiness, it just reminds me that I am, in fact alone.
The hugs and touches I get are familial, friendly because people like to trust me but never get close enough to love me.

Whoever said scars were beautiful
Wasn't really looking.
Scars aren't meant to be pretty,
They're meant to prove something.

They prove that you have lived,
That you were hurt.
Scars show the screaming truth
That life is hard but *possible.

Out in the rain,
A bottle green bottle
Fills with rain water,
While I watch, doing my homework.

Out in the rain,
The bottle green bottle
Looks sadder and sadder,
Drowning with no lid to prevent it.

Out in the rain,
That bottle green bottle
Fills right to the brim,
With water that's purer than we are.

Out in the rain,
My bottle green bottle
Overflows with a sadness,
So pure that no distraction could lid it.

What were you expecting
From a child with broken wings?

It radiates out of us,
Creeping through our skin,
Out of our throats and fingers.
It kills us so slowly that we
don't notice it is pain,
When it makes us so happy
we overdose on it,
We give it to other people
Or take it all for ourselves.

Love will surely **** us.

You want to hurt them.
You want to please them.

You want them to beg.
You want them to take you over.

To cloud your senses.
To open your eyes.

You want the power of letting go.

My love for you echoes
Off the walls of my room
Where I have dreamed
Of you and have cried
For the things that
Will never be real
But those dreams
Give me hope
So I don't
Mind.


*Much.

In our best clothes we step
Inside this building, this symbol
Of gods beauty and power but
I feel the mighty ceiling pressing
Down on my shoulders, my throat
Feels crushed by all the things I
Would normally say in god's
Sacred name. I realise that god
Wants me to to love, to breath
His healing forgiveness into the
World provided those I revive
From their lives of godless misery
Are not a different colour, a different
Gender, a different faith, race, sexuality
Because their creed and their colour
And their name will matter, he
Won't be there.

Falling down the rabbit hole, you know the
End is drawing near,
Unlike these tears falling down my face; from
Laughter, maybe fear.

Everyone writes so much about ***,
The pleasures of touch and teeth,
But I don't understand how someone
Could take me apart with nimble fingers
And silken words.

Maybe I'm just a ******, but it scares me
That someone, someday will have so
Much power over my body that I
Will come apart and trust them enough
To reassemble me.

I would quite like to hold you.

*I would quite like to be held.

I really regret this
Three Easter eggs in five minutes
Remind me not to compete with my sister
Over who can get diabetes the fastest...

I see you die each night.
I don't want to feel better.
I want to see you safe.
I can live with not seeing you Happy,
**But god, I can't stand being awake
And not knowing you are too.