If I don't get the chance, tell my family I love them.
Tell them that I am made out of stardust,
and if they ever miss me, just look up.

If I don't get the chance, tell the world I'm sorry.
I was born to change it, but I'm going to have to do it from underground.

If I don't get the chance, tell my friends I love them.
Tell them that if they ever miss my smile,
Look at the sun they once compared it to.

If I don't get the chance, tell my body I'm sorry.
All of the times I've starved it, and all the times I've cut it just never quenched the thirst of perfection.

If I don't get the chance, tell my boyfriend I love him.
Tell him that every ounce of me was poured into that old woven bracelet he gave me, because I never dared to take it off.

Fell so hard
Fell so quick
Didn't ever think
That I would slip
Into love.

There was a surge of happiness
And a jolt of laughter
The constant kisses
The happily ever after

I would rest my head on your chest
And feel your delicate heartbeat
You would hold me in your arms
And you would be part of me

My heart always jumped
Whenever I saw you
This pounding thump
What has this come to?

Because you took that thump
And tried not to drop it
But lost interest
And instead you popped it

Then later the truth came
That I didn't mean anything
Because you loved someone else
And used me for many things

I stopped listening to the same music
Stopped reading my books
I was a walking corpse
You could tell from my looks

I had messed up hair
And black under eyes
My wrists had cuts
And so did my thighs

You were very vain
In thinking it was all for you
Little did you know
I had other problems too

You just added the last bit of snow
To the avalanche that planned
The incredible falling
Of the girl you had ******

But I am still living
I am still breathing
I'll never be the same
But I will be leaving

You don't know when it's coming
You don't know when I'll go
But I'll make sure I say goodbye
For my final act of my show

My leaving may not be dying
But leaving this god forsaken town
And traveling far away
Where in freedom, I'll drown

She possesses the delicacy of a rose when she smiles.
The world looks like a better place when reflected off of her glossy, brown eyes.
The color of her eyes is filled with love like her iris just produced a symphony of strength all strung together by the final kindness found in this world.
Her freckles are kisses from God for every time she is sad.
Her lungs are a pair of symbols crashing together in harmony with her soft, snare drum heart.
The beats are rhythmic with the love that surges through her veins like lightning.
Oh, her mind! How I envy such a place. It comes off as dark and relentless, but deep inside, it is artwork that refuses to have an owner in order for people to feel what they will.
She is nothing less than Mount Everest, but not limited to her beauty, strength and height. She is remembered for the people willing to see all of her. Her streams, wildlife, and scenery.
The true beauty beneath the pictures.

It's days like this
where I remember
the time we have    
spent before the ice came.

I remember when
I tried to calculate your age
by the coffee rings in your mug.

I remember when
you used your finger as a brush
and my back as your canvas
while goosebumps were our medium.

I remember when
I was admiring the beauty in nature
while you were admiring the beauty in me.

I remember when
you found the key to my secrets
and I have never asked for it back.

I remember when
I woke up in tears from a nightmare
and you fought off the monsters.

I remember when
you said that if I was an illness,
I would be worth catching

After everything is said and done,
there is no one more magnificent
than you.

I wish I could've told you this
before you drove away.

My thought are a mess.
I know every word I want to say.
I know every topic I want to address.
When the time comes that I may,
I blank.
It's like every thought is in a box
And every box is in this giant room
But it's unorganized and I changed the locks
And my lack of wording will result in my doom.

Alright so you know how if every color was in it's perfect form and they were all combined perfectly, they would make white? And how if just a small portion was off, it would turn black? Well, i think that's how love is. If you have every component (passion, caring, listening, selflessness, affection, attraction, interest, the list goes on forever) in its perfect form and at the right amount, I think it makes love. And if people get in fights, they're taking away from one of those components and distancing themselves from love. I dont know, it's a weird thought and I'm tired but I think thats what love is. Thats what our love is. I wouldn't want to make white with anyone else. I love you.

I give credit to the pleasers of this world.
They know the trick of manipulation.
Whether it be with words or with touch,
they always form to the molds of the others desires.
They know how to make everyone happy.
I don't even know how to make myself happy.
In fact,
I don't even know how to finish this poe-

Today, you asked me why I only capitalize the L in love whenever I write it for you. Every other letter has to be lowercase because my love for you deserves to be a proper noun at least.
Last week, you asked why I want to stay with you forever. I just told you how there was no one who taught me how to value myself besides you.
In the future, you will probably ask why I almost always hold my necklace when I kiss you. I will explain that I have to have my hand by my heart in case it tries to go to its rightful owner.