My dear girl, she stands broken.

Eyes once seeing with vision uncluttered by hate,
Now are blinded with the cataracts
of insecurity.

The sun will never set the same way.
a song will never sound as it
once did.

Reality has broken her.

My darling girl

You're not happy with yourself,
It begins to affect your mental health

My darling girl

You lose weight ******* and then your concert tees don't fit anymore

My darling girl

You say that you want to heal
But how then? If you cannot feel.

My darling girl

I have nothing left to fear
For you my dear, a silent tear.

Blood stained the cobblestone street
As they punished me, San Valentín.
For marrying people off the streets,
To keep them from the war defeats.

Yet they celebrate my body marred
On a holiday with gifts and cards.
I wish to join them in chocolates fed,
But it's hard to eat without your head.

You are so many people
n' my head is pounding
and a half hour of sleep
isn't gonna make it better

The eyes cannot see where
The heart is utterly blind.

I always knew this would
end in battle

You and I
against one another

But
no one is winning
because

Neither of us knows
what we are fighting for.

We let our hair flow free,
flowers in our hand and
dirt on our feet.

The trees laugh with us as we tickle their leaves,
the wind blows their love
to the edge of our sleeves.

Sun beams are warm as
they land on our cheeks.
It's as time stands still
and the whole world speaks.

The voice of the forest
rings in our ears.
We'll be remembering
this moment for years.

Everyone around
me has been
saved
but I'm
still
drowning.

I hear your voice carried upon the whispering winds. Surrounding me with secrets untold.
I see your face in the stars at night. Your eyes glittering down at me just before I drift off.
I feel your touch in the chill morning air,
And your smell in the morning dew that accompanies it.
The strawberries taste of you, their familiar sensation tingling my tongue.
Funny, how I sense you everywhere and yet
Not at all.

Honed fangs behind
sweet lips.  

Lips made to caress my
skin as they travel along
my throat.
So gentle he is,
For a monster

His tongue against my
jugular;
Heartbeats quicken.
Shallow breathing
as his dark eyes
bore into mine.

"Take me," I plea, "make me into you."

You are mine...
His voice is thick,
laced with seduction
but also some sort of
tenderness.

His movements
careful
slow
calculated.

He plants a
kiss on my neck,
fangs barely brushing.

*And I do not destroy that which is mine.

Nostalgic feeling;
Looking back on life through
Rose coloured glasses
To see sweet memories
That never were.

'Tis true
your love
is the
saddest form
of poetry.

I welcome
death like a
blanket of snow;

Cold at first,
But in the end bringing
forth new life to all
it touches.

Maybe tonight I'll fall
asleep holding my pillow
and not think of you
for once...

But then again,
You make for a wonderful
dream.

Hurt is hurt
no matter what
has caused the

Pain.

I'll be with you all night because I know you're not asleep,
and even when you shut your eyes
I'll whisper in your dreams.

A pillow will not stop me
I'm right next to your ear
and under all those blankets you are
cowering in fear.

Midnight is now upon us
and there's nothing you can do.
Now I'm getting closer
lying here right next to you.

I see that you've stopped breathing
(well that's not very nice)
your body has stopped moving,
it feels as cold as ice.

"Why can't anyone hear you? Is it only me?"

Well my dear, I am not sure.
It's a possibility.

"Am I going to die here? Alone and in my bed?"

Quite frankly, darling, no you won't. It's all inside your head.

Just be what you want
and do what you love.

That's the thing
about teens
today.

*We're no longer invincible.

Your smile makes my life
worthwhile.

*Oh, yes it does.

It seems that I
burn more bridges
than I build.

I'm not a
"hopeless romantic,"
I am simply
romantically hopeless.

There you are again
my heart is palpitating

I'm drowning in your love
it's so intoxicating

I'm so in love with you
I'm acting like a fool
no matter what I do.

I'm so numb
with your love
and I just cannot get enough

And even if I feel like I am dying
you always seem to leave me sighing

"Don't speak," I tell you.
You've had enough to say

I shut your mouth
with mine because

*there is no better way.

...to see me cry?
To watch me break?
To see me die

Slowly,
Inside myself.

I've put my heart
up on a shelf.

I bet you hate me
I know you do.

I mean, what else
could be your excuse?


l.r.

I just want to hold his hand and

kiss his cheek and picture him

lying next to me.



His morning voice

his clothes of choice

are all things I can only imagine

yet I



See him every single day

and I know that I'll never

be strong enough to say



"I can picture our forever."




l.r.

I would say that you don't notice me,

but it seems to me you do.

It's just that you're a stranger to me,

as I am to you.


l.r.

I was empty… abysmal.

There was nothing left of me.

I couldn’t hurt;

I couldn’t feel.



I knew the days were passing by,

but I didn’t know how many.

Everything seemed to just blur together,

into one enormous mess.



Am I even alive anymore?

It sure doesn’t feel like it.

After all, I’m not living.

I’m just surviving.



l.r.

It may seem strange,

but sometimes,

I watch you sleep.



Seeing you lie there,

dreaming.

It seems to be



the little bit

of peace I

have left.


l.r.

This one feeling,

is one I truly

U N D E R S T A N D.



I'm just empty,

Disconnected from

E V E R Y T H I N G.



And for a moment,

it's as if I don't

E X I S T.



l.r.

As I look in the

Mirror,

I don't see myself.



I only see what I

Believe

myself to be.



And occasionally I

Wonder

what it took,



To make me this kind of

"Me"



l.r.

I miss what we had,

I miss how I felt,

And now I see you with someone else.



I miss all those moments,

of just you,

and me.



And to you,

now I'm just,

A memory.



l.r.

I love how when you visit

You sit on the other couch silently

Reading your book



How every minute or so

I hear the flipping of flimsy

Pages



Sometimes, when I glance at you

I see different emotions passing

Across your face



I love to watch you change position

As you shift your body

Across the sofa



I love how you bury yourself

Into the literature so that you

Don’t even hear me talk



But that’s okay because

Watching you quietly is

All I really need.



l.r.