her fingers and toes
always so cold
but her heart so warm
though she could make yours torn
her words were always so distinct
connecting you to her by an unbreakable link
she was one who didn't have to do much
just smile and leave a simple touch
she always could wrap you in,
and make you think leaving her would be a sin
you could tell her anything at all
and she wouldn't dare tell a soul
though herself--she would never crack
her secrets were what you would lack
just by looking, you would know
her mind wandered places, from high to low
too much for anyone to guess
she knew of everything (more or less)
and all those notions messed up her mind
too many parts of her, hard to all bind
and this was why she knew she could never feel,
love, she thought, would never be real

I have a lot of monsters
Some are here and some are there
They hide inside my closet doors
Or whisper in my hair
They were made to **** me
And one day
One of them will win
But when I feel your arms around me
I don't let those monsters in

i like laying in your bed better than my own
even if i'm alone
because at least here, there are still traces of you everywhere
and maybe when you come back
you'll lie next to me in bed
and tell me that you love me
melting into thoughts of the other
as if this is our own quiet world
and we cannot be bothered by any hurt

It's three in the morning,
And I'm sat up in bed.
My head constantly repeating,
All the things you said.

I never thought,
That it would be you.
The one to judge and scrutinize,
Everything I do.

I never tell you things,
Because secrets you cannot keep,
And if you were an ocean,
I'd be drowning deep.

You are the dark circles under my eyes because I have spent too many restless nights thinking about you.
You are the cigarette I put between my lips because I miss having yours pressed against mine.
You are the body's of strangers who fill my sheets because I am trying to replace the warmth you once gave me.
You are my sad thoughts because I couldn't make you stay.
You are the doubts, confusion, anxiety I have at the most inconvenient times.
You are the bright city lights that follow me endlessly.
You are the alcohol that runs through my veins because it is the only thing that keeps me going anymore.
You are the ghost that will forever remind me that what we had was not love but lust.