Constantly brushing my teeth in a desperate attempt to get the taste of you out of my mouth.

Unrequited Love is like the clouds blocking the sun from kissing me throught the window, but inside my chest.

Everybody who has ever kissed me regrets it and they wonder why I try to convince myself being alone is a choice and not all I have left.

Your fingertips traced my spine and I
s  h  a  t  t  e  r  e  d  .

Never understood why people always compared Love to Whiskey until you held me in your arms and I felt the burn in my throat when you let go.

I wonder how raw your hands are from scrubbing away the memories of what my skin felt like that night.

Had a dream you were sitting inside my chest, ripping construction paper in two and that's what it feels like when we talk.   It's tearing me apart.  

I stopped letting you take pictures of me out of fear that your eyes would adjust and see me the way I see myself.

It never occured to you that our hands and how they never fit together perfectly was a flashing neon sign saying TURN BACK NOW.

I've only ever held hands with one boy and sometimes I still feel the shadow of his fingertips and that's why both my wrists are broken.

All the picture frames are facing down because I can't shake the shadows that cling to our faces.

I am something to be ashamed of, your ***** little secret that you can only let yourself want when everything is still and quiet.

I JUST KEEP PUNCHING THE WALLS AND BREAKING DOWN BECAUSE THEY WON'T EVER BREAK THE WAY YOU BROKE ME. I CAN'T REPLICATE THE DAMAGE YOU'VE DONE.