What if I told you...
Dreams aren't real...
Am I considered a dream crusher?

What if I told you...
They never loved you...
Would you call me a liar?

What if I really I am a bad person?
Would you still take me as your friend?
Would you...
Still call me your friend?

Haha, of course we all know that yes  I  may be lying....but...think about it...

We went to a reading
You sat leaned back
With your arms crossed
sighing at every read line
aren't they just so pathetic
The person reading begins to cry
reading his own words
I press forward
and rest my elbows on my knees
and my chin on my hands
I can still hear you
in my peripheral audition
trashing
nodding
rubbing your eyes
with your thumb and index
with that smile
making a show
of your disappointment
You were once in his shoes
reading your own work
self-conscious and vulnerable
full of doubt
and hate
Then someone called you "good"
then another
and another
and now you're this
The breathing image of what it
means to be a Poet
and aren't you just so **** *poetic

I didn't realize how close I'd let you get to me.
I didn't realize your love was the only thing that made me see.
I wish you hadn't gotten this close.
I didn't know it would be you that hurt me the most.
So here I am, all lost and confused
Just wishing, maybe, you could take a walk in my shoes.
I wish I could show you all the tears that I've shed.
I wish I could tell you a life without you is to be a pointless life led.
I wish you could see all the blood that I have spilled.
I wish you to know it wasn't for attention, it was for me to be killed.
You took away your love, the only thing to me that mattered.
Without that, I shattered.
I didn't think this horrible pain would last.
But here I am, and several months have passed.
They say those who care the most fall the hardest.
And baby I'm telling you I've fallen the farthest.
I guess none of this matters now because I hear you've found somebody new.
But for the record, I still love you.

A kite—that's something I would like.
When ground is damp and lambs are born,
The kite floats up to lofty height.
When sky is fleeced and trees are crisp,
The kite is pulled up forks of light.
When brittle leaves are shed and blown,
The kite is thrown into their flight.
When dewy grass is glazed in rime,
The kite on frosty field alights.
When frost creeps over, all is white.

We were listening to California Love when your friend left my room at midnight
and you decided to stay longer and move onto the single bed of my dorm room.

I didn't ask for you and I to be alone in my room.
I didn't ask for bruises on my neck or a permanently locked door or a situation I never thought I'd end up in—
but somehow I ended up with them.

You want to be a model and it shows—
you wanted photos on your phone
of us making out before i kicked you out of my room
with a smile on my face because violence
is scarier when you could reciprocate it
(i know you're not above that).


you started crying because I am "so beautiful,"

taking off my shirt
"too beautiful to pass up."

"Like Barbie"

It took me twenty minutes to convince you to leave
with California Love playing again on my laptop.


California only loved you because they love ****** up try-hards who did too much coke once and dropped out of university.

He was the blue sky
She was the rain
He was the sunshine
Who took away all her pain

She was the black sky
In the middle of the night
He was the brightest star shining Reasurring her
That it will be alright

She's an old untuned piano
With dust on the keys
But he sits down
And makes beautiful music from her
But she never ever will see

He was the smell
After the rain
She was like the seasons
Always eager to change

He tastes like cigarettes and jack
She is at war with herself
Ready to attack

He has the  universe in his hand  
The world in his palms
She has nothing to live for
She sits alone writing song after song

His soul is full of awe
His eyes are filled with wonder
Her heart is much too cold
Down her life it plundered

He is like a warm summer breeze
Setting all souls at ease
And she is like these cold december nights
Always
Chilling
Always causing a fright