the longer
I stare
at you;
the more
things
I find to
hate
about
you.

sometimes
my neck
can't
sustain
the heavy
ton weight
of my head
and it just
lets it
fall.

though we have changed
separate of each other,
we are the same.

and because we
are the same,
that very much means
nothing has changed.

i like to think that I'm
a little bit more than
nothing
and a lottabit less than
everything.

I breathe you like air

"It is such a lovely, lovely day.
Why don't we go
be lovely with it?"

sometimes it's easier to pretend

I don't want to know you anymore.

I think it's easier to say
'if I had known' because
then it makes me feel
less responsible for
what you did.
If I had known
that you felt
so alone in this
world that you'd go
to that extent

I'd have.

And that's just it.
What would I
have done.
I know I did
nothing
and now
where are you

I often look at people and wonder
where they are going to end up.

I often look in mirror and see me going
as far as it's glass will allow me to see.

I think I may have loved him.
And from the way my throat
aches and burns with the acidic
thrashes of tears, I think I may
have loved him a little more than
I let on, a little more than I could
say. I think I love him and he,
no longer me.

What does happy look like?

I hate their eyes
with as much passion
as a lover who loves the
'windows to their soul.'

there is no point in living
if you only do what you know

i only smoke when
someone's died.*
he said.

and when I asked him
who's died most recently,
he said, *everyone.

am I not nice enough

if I am to let it be what you will be-then you must be what it surely will become.

if I could count on my hands and toes the amount of times I've thought of you since waking, I'd medically, by practice and study be an anomaly. if I could show you all of the ways you've hurt me just by not seeing me, you'd have enough ammo to write me an album

One day,
it's gonna get so
hard that you
won't want to fight it
anymore.
And I hope
on that day,
you'll come
and find
me.

We never truly wake from our nightmares. We simply open our eyes and hope that the light will chase our horrors away. it never really does. It just helps the sun cast shadows above them until it's dark enough for them to escape.

His height, his heart, and his lips might be okay but darling his soul-

his soul is what seems to be blackened and therefore severely lacking.

lonely just wants to fall in love tonight
lonely just wants to fall in love tonight.

the modern world will die from its careless intake of caffeine and they will go blind from feverish bliss

half of the people that love me
don't like me enough to leave me
and I don't know what that says
about them or me other than that
they don't understand the way the
world should work, only how it does work and I hate them everyday
for not trying.

I'm not that kind of girl anymore,*
I said to him,
waiting for his voice to change me,
yet again.