the thought of having *** makes me ill
this place holds the time we first kissed
go backwards with me
stay, lets lay underneath the moon for another year
I'm bored of the constant mention of the heart
of the condition of my own
of not knowing whether yours keeps its blood moving for mine
I've become indifferent to the gentle heedlessness of the world
I have your hands to wipe my tears with now

Let's get this straight
I'm not a toy
I'm the girl
You're the boy
We work together as a team
Not you by yourself
You and me
I've gone through this
Too many times
I refuse to take
Anymore lies
So man the **** up
And grow some *****
Maybe the bigger you are
The harder you'll fall
In love with me
With the slight chance that exists
We will be fine
If you don't know that yet

Hey I have an idea~

Lets destroy ourself and see who gives   a ****. With each passing breath I go deeper. Deeper into the thought that tomorrow doesn't exist. Because it doesn't. Why not see what happens in this moment.

All they come for is the lights. Flashing endlessly.

Overwhelming I stare at the sidewalk. A jab of pain hits my stomach. It's like the billboards  are killing me.


Because they are.

When one falls in love, Why does nobody mention the dangers there are?
Everyone knows, but why disregard the heartbreak?
Relationships go 2 ways. You either leave them
Or marry them.
And it's usually the first.
So why don't they invent life jackets for misery?
Helmets for Sorrow?
Safety belts for love?