You say I'm infatuated
But it's much more complicated
These feelings I get
Aren't normal I bet
It's not infatuation
If when there is no communication
Between us two
I thinking about nothing but you
Not only is it that
But without you I feel fat
I feel worthless and poor
Like you're the only cure
I watch the blood pour
From my limbs to the floor
And if you're saying I'm infatuated
Then explain why it's so complicated

A cultural giant
Though his life was short
Full of talent
His work never caught
The eye of the public
Anybody who understood
Because he was indeed
Misunderstood
It wasn't just talent
Or love or art
It was emotion and passion
From his beating heart
He was an artist
With a burning desire
Hardly lived just loved
His own works melted in fire

If I was a cigarette
I'd be menthol
If I was a flower
I'd be a daisy
If I was a pair of shoes
I'd be converse
If I was a weather
I'd be rain
If I was a liquid
I'd be water
If I was a school grade
I'd be a B
If I was yours
You'd think about her

I suppose maybe I should sleep,
To rid of these crazy thoughts.
Maybe I should take a shower,
Paint my fingernails a summery color,
Run myself a nice warm bath and light a scented candle,
Pick up a pencil and sketch my surroundings,
Dial my lovers digits and have a meaningful talk,
Read my favorite book for the 213th time,
Put on my glasses and count every sparkling star shining bright,
Perhaps I should even name those stars,
Maybe I should bake some cookies,
Maybe I should do something I absolutely adore doing.
Yes, I suppose I should.
But the one thing that tops all of those things and wins every time,
Is the one thing I shouldn't do.
Something I don't love to do.
I pick up the gun,
Silence myself by wrapping my swollen lips around the tip,
My finger barely slips,
And the wall behind me is stained crimson red.

Snowflake skin,
Vivid red lips.

Eyes wide like grandfather clocks.
And bottled blonde perhaps platinum locks.

Fake beauty spot,
Silky skin burning hot.

Bats her eyes,
Gives John butterflies.

Everybody loves her,
The men all pay her.

Government ******,
Overdose, Surrender.

2AM, where do I begin?
Can't get you off my mind again.

How do you continiously do that?
You're incredibly perfect.
You were broken and so we sat,
We talked about how you were worth it.

You told me I was your rock,
I fixed you... Now I think about you.
You were a like broken clock,
Stuck on the time I'm always up in the morning, two.

It was like I was a rock on the beach,
And once you were whole again, you threw me in the sea.
But because to you I didn't preach,
I sunk amongst the waves, one, two, three...

And little is what you knew,
That I needed my rock too.
My rock was you,
But you found somebody new.

Mirror, mirror, don't you see,
What you show is destroying me?

Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
Why cant I be thin, skinny and tall?

Mirror, mirror, I do not eat,
So why am I so fat, from my head to my feet?

Mirror, mirror, you're doing it again,
Is this you or is it in my head?

I can't describe it
Every time you speak to me
I lose all my feelings
I become numb
My fingers tingle
My toes curls
And my stomach does somersaults

I think about you
Every second
Minute, hour, day
I tell my friends about your smile
I imagine you holding me
Every once in a while

Your timid words
Escaped your plump lips
"I love you, Cady"
You were desperate for a kiss

I have these guys
Falling for my love
But when you finally get it
You send it off like a dove

You took those words
Which escaped my pumping heart
"I love you too"
You threw them away
Like a childs art