"why do you write poems like these"

                                                                                                      "i like too"

"why do you like to?"

                                                                                                      "it helps me"

"why does it help you?"

                                                                                                      "it's escape"

"from what?"

                                                                                                      "everything"

nobody is safe from fear
i have felt like this for a year

please don't say
that you love me.
because you never truly did
love me.
maybe you liked,
                         or even loved,
the thought of being
with me.
but you have never loved me,
you see,
because you destroyed me.

and because of that,
           i am sure,
that you never loved me.

"you've decided there is so much more than me,

and baby, honestly it's harder breathing next to you."

and i you don't
like me, as i do you;
i understand.

because who would
really choose
a daisy, in a field
of roses?

so here's to everything

coming down to nothing

you're in the arms of the angel

angry and alone

in my head i scream

struggling to hold onto you

with love comes  decay

drugs are bad they told me
but I'm sick of feeling lonely

i want to sit on a kitchen counter
in my underwear at 3 am with you
and talk about the universe

someone **** me
maybe i'll have something
to write about then

i can't stop drinking about you

"who hurt you?"

                                                                                                                      "me."

find someone
who knows
you're sad
just by the change
of tone in your
voice

be with someone
who loves the
feature that
you hate the most

fall in love with
someone who
looks at you and
knows they don't
want anyone else

"i shouldn't be so unhappy at this age"

i'm just cold

something invisible snapped inside of her

we cut and **** flowers
because we think they're beautiful


                                                                                we cut and **** ourselves
                                                                                 because we think we are not

hello?
       *it's me

   i was wondering if after all this time, you'd like to meet

          to go over,
                             everything

      *they say that time's supposed to heal ya,

i'm at a payphone,
                trying to call home

     *all of my change i spent on you

                              where have the times gone,

                                        baby, it's all wrong
                       *where are the plans we made for two?

your face haunts
reliving those final words
another ghost for me

today
i saw you.

and it wasn't like
before.

before is over,
before cannot ever
come back.

we're in the
present now, where
we pretend that
"us"
had never even
existed.

standing by the tree
you said we'd meet here again
lament to the wind

he lied to you
he left you to suffer
he let them laugh
he laughed at you
he met someone else

he destroyed you

yet you can't seem
to give up on what
is already lost

my only wish:
that you would
think of me
when i think
of you.

tonight i am sad
tonight i am lonely
the demons are screaming
and i need you to hold me

every morning
she thinks
of how he is
and hopes
he's well
every night
she dreams
of his love
she'll never receive


                                                                                                         every morning
                                                                                                                   he thinks
                                                                                                            of how she is
                                                                                                                 and hopes
                                                                                                                  she's well
                                                                                                               every night
                                                                                                                 he dreams
                                                                                                                of her love
                                                                                                   he'll never receive

why can't you be here

"don't fall in love with the good, easy,
put together parts of me.  fall in love
with the mess that i am, fall in love with
the chaos in my eyes and the storms in
my heart."

what do you care what i think anyway?

i don't even count, right?

i could disappear forever and it wouldn't make any difference.

i loved you,
and you loved me,
we were totally
meant to be.

but feelings went sour,
and words went unsaid,
and now
there's no one in my bed

"when someone asks me what's wrong, my instant reaction is to lie and say everything is fine, despite how crap i really feel"

i'm okay

i died a thousand deaths
when i watched you two kiss
and in that moment,
i only hoped that i had
never made anybody
feel like this

their love was strong.

      but timing was wrong,

              and love decided

       that they didn't belong.