It's funny how I still think of you.

A certain song will come on the radio
a certain smell will be in the air
or a certain feeling will overcome me,

and I'm right back by your side.
Our love, dazzling in the TV glow.

When I think of you, I miss you.

I miss your scent
your touch
your soul.

But most of all,
I miss being loved by you.

We float and float and float and float and float and float and float and float and float and float and **** could we please just sink or swim?

Oh,
how your love dances for me.
A dozen roses to you the winner
Of this epic love battle.

Round and round we go,
Twirling, dipping, falling.
Nothing has felt quite as good as you.

Let's waltz together
To the steady beat of our hearts.

She approaches death with cool desire.
She dreams of the day that
she can fall into deaths arms,
and curl up like a cat.

Her dire wish is not to suffer
through the same day again,
and again and again.
She cannot look ahead.

Many drops are in
the mysterious oceans,
the filthy lakes,
the murky rivers,
the cloudy brooks,
in the vast world.

It's hard to find a drop
that's different
in the mysterious oceans,
the filthy lakes,
the murky rivers,
the cloudy brooks,
in the vast world.

But all it takes
is one divergent drop
willing to break from
the mysterious oceans,
the filthy lakes,
the murky rivers,
the cloudy brooks,
to persuade
the drops in the
vast world into becoming
something gloriously
beautiful.

You are like that of a blazing ember,
bright as the sun, as temperamental,
as an uncontrollable summer fire.
The flame, the spirit, resides in your eyes.
The inferno of your golden locks burn
a home in my perishing mortal heart.
My love is so deep, I cannot return
to a time when you were not my sweetheart.
My dear, you are as wild as the sea,
as powerful as a queen on her throne,
if only you could behold what I see,
these are mere words, but it is all I own.
You are my fire-heart, my golden girl.
You are my beacon of light in the dark.

Sometimes when I look back
It's hard to imagine
What went wrong
It's hard to imagine
How you thought this was right
It's hard to imagine
How things went so bad so fast

A whisper of silence is all I need,
to know all about
how you feel about me.

All it takes is one breath
and I feel like I need to rest.

All you do,
is live.

And everything you say, I want to believe.

The stars are still twinkling
The moon is still glowing
The sun is still shining
The Earth is spinning
The birds are chirping
The time is still ticking

So why am I still so sad?

When I was little, I was taught to fear ghosts.

I was told that they were bad,
that they were the devils' work.

That they were unnatural, unhuman, and needed to be vanquished.

But I've grown to know the opposite.
The ghosts in my house are the only things keeping me from falling apart at the seams.
They keep me company, and whisper strings of hope in my ear.
I need these ghosts,
to live
and breathe
and survive.

One's name is Evelyn.
She creeps around,
she pulls the razor away,
dries my tears.

She hasn't told of how she lost her life,
but there's something in her eyes
that tells me she was the cause of her own destruction.

One's name is Patch.
Or so his nickname is.
I think I may be in love.
Is that possible?
Maybe one day, I'll join him.
Until then, I bid my time.

I am worth more than a look.

I am worth more than a glance.

I am worth, more.

I have limbs, and flesh, and blood.
I have a heart, I have a brain.

Maybe those things don't always work properly,
but I am worth more
than a sorrowful observation.

Don't you dare tell me I'm not,
because I am
worth
something.

I know I am not perfect,
but I am
worth
something
more
than a single look.

My body, my mind, my spirit are all so incredible.

I am worth more than a look.

Please darling,
Eat.

Fill your stomach,
strengthen your bones.

It will do you no good if you don't eat.

For, You are perfect,
In every single minuscule way.

Please,
believe my words.

I'm looking for a jacket.
To save me from the cold.

It doesn't have to be bold,
I just don't want to be cold.

The cold is creeping inside me.
I miss what I used to be.

It bites at my skin.
I can't let it win.

Will you be my coat?

Can you save me from this cold?

Whisper me how I am.

Tell them how I really am,
not a shell of me,
or a new body of me.

Tell my real thoughts,
my real values.

Tell how I looked under the moonlight,
when you whispered "I love you"
Right into my right ear.

Tell them how when I was down,
you came around, and held me tight.
Whispering that it would be alright.

Don't sit there and lie.

Don't tell them that I'm just another girl, because I'm not.

Please.

Whisper me how I am.

In my mind, all there is
Is knives.

They cut,
They saw,
They slaughter my mind.
The blades plague my every thought.

How do I break them?
How do I do it?

I am
falling
falling
falling
F
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         L
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Please save me.

Sometimes I wonder,
Should I wander?
Should I leave this world,
Should I become a ghost of my being?

Then I remember,
I already am a ghost.
My memories and feelings are existing too much
too little.  
I'm living,
not living.