the look in his eyes told a different story
it was a sad story about his love for a girl
and how he wanted to give up everything for her

his hands weren't made to hold me
my heart didn't beat to love him
we always thought that we belonged
but the blood in our veins was from other planets

he was mars and she was venus
we weren't made to live happily ever after

but everytime they kissed the colors in the world
came back to life, it wasn't only black and white
and everytime they touched it was another kind of madness

it was a cold dark night
the full moon was shining bright, the stars were out
and everything in the world looked a little more magical
eyecontact and not speaking became our secret
the way your golden eyes looked into mine
you always looked right into my soul

if it's meant to be it will be her grandma used to say
and so they both died alone.

what an odd kind of satisfaction I get
from having a little secret between
you & I.
sure, it doesn't change anything,
but by not changing anything
*it changes everything.

you're just an idea
silly for me to ponder, really.
you're far away
and little old me is here.
you're exciting
and I am very simple.
but god, if you're just an idea
then I want to come up with you everyday.

Help
I scream
Hands shaking
I am broken
Laying on the floor cold and abandoned
I deserve this; I did it to myself
With blades to skin
Every wish
To be
Thin

-ARI