Lies are lullabies
Sweet songs that we sing
To ourselves and to others
Trying to convince ourselves
That something isn't our fault
That our world is more utopian than
Reality allows for
We tell ourselves that
It's better to live a lie
Than face the harsh world
Without our emerald glasses
Or maybe everything we believe
In is a lie*
The faerie tales have even been
Changed to suit our own needs
Pretty ballgowns and sparkling glass shoes
Forget the truths of rags, dirt, blood and filth
The romance still remains
But the glamorous side is tougher
More truthful, less plastic
The grime and dirt gives the story life
These Disney-fied, prettied up stories
Are just machine made, molded
Plastic. Commercialised. Dead.
And they spell faerie wrong too

So you've dared your girlfriend to write you a poem
Detailing why she loves you,
So what shall she write?
Perhaps that she imagines your kiss will be ambrosia to her,
And that she so easily trusts, and talks to you.
But the point of this poem is why she is in love with you
And so I think she'd say this;
I love you because you're so crazy, and different, and that's so right for you
I love you because you're so kind and sweet to me and other people
I love you because you've got awesome taste, in music and movies and the arts
You're a poet, artist, genius and I love you for it
I love you because you challenge me, and you appreciate intellect
I love you because you don't act excessively proud of what you've done, even though it's really great
I love you because you're quiet, unlike what I am most of the time
My list could go on for pages if I wanted, I've got so many reasons to love you
I love the way your hair covers your eyes
And when it gets ruffled up it's so cute, and reminds me of a flustered bird's feathers
I love how you use words and graphite to create beautiful art and gorgeous depictions
I love you, and pretty much everything about you
And you've got this sort of air, an aura one might say, about you
One that I can only describe as irresistable and curious, curious in both senses of the word
I love how you don't put me down, and are actually so supportive of me
I love how you comfort and understand me so quickly
I love you for talking me out of all sorts of depression, cutting, anorexic tendencies, and still loving me despite my craziness
I really truly thank you for that
You're an incredibly fantastic best friend and boyfriend,
I'm still so amazed at how I got lucky enough to get you, and that you feel the same
The only thing I don't love about you in this moment is that you aren't here
Because I miss you more than life right now
And I love you so much

Pleasure is the danger of art,
Its culmunation often mischannelled.

To lose oneself in art is pleasure
But therein lies its frightening danger —
To lose oneself and never come back.

I can pretend that I
am the one you want.
But I know your heart
lies with her.

And I know that I act
so cavalier
and nonchalant.
I feel like
I am about to end
what we never were.

The truth is though,
I care more than you think.
More than just "friendship",
and not all fun and games.

But I see your face
every time I blink.
And all I want to do
is scream your name.

You make me feel
perfect.
You make me feel
like I am the only girl.

But the fact that you say
that nobody better suspect
                                             we're together,
                           makes me want to hurl.

U don't understand me and u never will. So don't start that **** 'bout knowin' how I feel. My life is full of empty promises and broken dreams. I'm hoping things will look up, and right when they do, there's always something to **** it up, and we're back at square one. Do u know what it's like to be me? Go through something not everyone can see? Do you know what it's like to walk in my shoes? Please stop judging me simply cause I'm not you...Things are going crazy and I'm not sure who to blame. Everything is changing and I don't feel the same. I'm slipping through the cracks of floors I thought were strong. I'm trying to find a place where I feel like I belong.
I think I'd do better on my own, no friends, no fights,just me... alone Do you ever just get that feeling where u don't want to talk to anybody. u don't want to smile and u don't want to fake being happy but at the same time u don't know exactly what is wrong either?but a strong girl keeps her stuff in line and with tears running she still manages to spit the simple words "I'm fine."

the minutes fly by
as we talk
we laugh
share tears
and joy
an idle thought
or moments of silence
the minutes turn to hours
days, weeks, months
but time an again
it'll be someone else
time and again
I'll shed endless tears
the tormented wonderings
why her and why not me
am I never good enough?

It is a fools game that i am partaking
and for the life of me I cannot escape
once again, again and again
I am where I am
a window pane shut close
upon the past anguish
only at times they peer through
a glass window

There are no blinds
for past hurts
and they sharpen when you ask
after a long hour of lighthearted chatter
do we have an understanding?
you are wary of my stubborn heart
and i think once again
why am i not good enough?
why must i stand only your ally?
forgiving, accepting, ever present, by your side
but only just beyond that line
that i must never overstep
and once again i ascertain
it must be that i am never good enough

Fake as you act, You are oh so real.
Continue to wither.
Wither, and shrink.
Shrink, and crumble.
Crumble and have the misfortune of living.

Your wearing a mask, but it's still your face.
Continue to smile.
Smile, and lie.
Lie, and bury it all.
Bury it all deep in yourself, for it won't stay down long.

You are trapped and I can see it.
Why won't you come out?
I will accept the real you, I already love the real you.
I am on your side.

I am trapped and I can see it.
Why won't I come out?
I will accept the real me, I already love the real me.
I believe in myself.