Sometimes the simple act of breathing,
hurts you to the deepest place within...

She asked the boy, "Why don't you like me so much?"
The boy, "You made yourself a personality."

She hadn't realized until moments ago that others her age, do not think the same way.
That her peers she saw day to day, were so much more different.
She was an oddity.
and when she was told she had a good soul, she couldn't fathom the thought.
Because the little monster had dominated.
and her soul, was no where to be found.

the butterflies swarm her, in utter beauty
and her insides are just turning to black
again
the virus has returned
the butterflies begin to melt away
one wing falling off, there all to human like screams filling her ears,
then she notices blood plunging from there wing that was left,
and as she watches her mind scrambles and blinks there gone,
and she is there with the blade again
remembering there utter beauty
as she plucks away at her scarred skin

I realized today that it's been about 6 days of summer, and I wish I was back in school already.

You told me to live each day like it's my last,
Never hold back,
Be dangerously impulsive.
As long as it kept me happy.
But you never told me I could lose things while doing so...
I was the Same as you,
Impulsive teenagers in love.
I kept you for a while,
But then you acted impulsively.
Things took a step back,
We were no longer we,
You and then there's me...
You kept living,
Kept happy.
I remained impulsive.
Heat of the moment,
Bleeding to death slowly .
No impulse there.

There is nothing like a sunny day in the month of June,
to chase away some gloom.

We used to say to burn to death would be
excruciating
But love,
You do not know
The extent of excruciating;
The pain of losing you.
To me now,
Burning to death
Would be a pleasant escape,
Compared to having to
Take breaths
And live each day
Without you being mine.