They told me your never supposed to see your mother cry.
But what the forgot to mention is that seeing your mother cry isn't the end.

Its when you see your own mother telling her kids that she hates her life and wishes she'd just die.

Its when you see your own mother drinking that last drop of ***** as if its the only thing keeping her alive.

Its when you see your own mother taking all those pills shes subscribed because the doctors think it will fix her.

Its when you see your own mother talking to herself saying, "its time."

Its when you see your own mother laying on the floor passed out, with a still lit cigarette in the ash tray and beer cans spread around her.

Its when you see your own mother look at herself in the mirror and drop down to the floor telling herself that the person in the mirror isn't her.

Seeing your mother cry isn't the end, its seeing the aftermath of the tears, seeing all the pain in her hollow eyes eat her alive.

A love story isn't worth just a thousand words, or a single sentence. Its worth millions of memories and untold secrets.

A love story isn't just a story with a beginning and end. Its every sentence and word in between.

A love story isn't the first hello and the final goodbye. Its the time spent together and the moments that felt like they lasted forever.

A love story is the complicated moments, the ones that hit you and took your breath away. Its the ones that knocked you to your knees waiting for another word.

Thats all we can ever wish for in this world, just another word.

You showed up into my life when everyone had left.
My boyfriend just walked out on me and i was alone.
I needed a new home, someplace to go.
You walked through my door
Smiling with wide eyes and open arms.
I didnt realize your feelings towards me till that one night i fell down and got hurt,
You carried me in your arms,
Up the stairs
And through the hall
You stayed with me all night
To make sure i was alright.
I started to feel something,
Just one butterfly.
Until that night ontop of the water tower
All our friends climbing so high we could touch the stars with our finger tips,
Sitting side by side,
Smoking cigarettes
I could feel your hand inch closer to mine,
Till your warmth spread through out me and thats when i knew you'd break my heart.
After that night we filled our days with something close to love but not quite.
You always got drunk with our friends, and from the corner of the room where i stood, i watched you laughing so hard you'd cry,
I could see your smile spread from eye to eye.
You made the whole room feel warm,
Your brown eyes ******* me into your arms
And when our lips met, i felt everything.
Every butterfly,
Every nerve in my body,
Every twitch of muscle,
Every part of me was on fire,
And just a couple days later you became my worst nightmare,
I saw the darkest part of you
And i never was able to look at you again.
You changed me in ways that i didnt even know were possible.
You gave me a living hell,
And im broken
Unable for my wounds to ever be mended again.
I never thought i loved you, until i started writing this down.
And now i realize,
It was real.

In a tall field of yellow-green grass
Picking flowers from the roots
Putting them behind your ear,
And through your hair
Feeling the wind flow through our intertwined fingers,
The sun filling your dark brown eyes with golden specks
The dandelions dancing in the breeze
Your steady arms wrapped around my shivering body,
Promising me a safe harbor,
That maybe i am not forever alone
The sky forming clouds of gray
The blue slowly begins to fade,
A raindrop falls, and rolls down your cheek
Your smile spreads from eye to eye
Filling me with happiness and feeling alive
The sun is gone,
And your eyes are darker
Making me feel warmer
And as the rain continues to fall
I stand with you, hand in hand
Heart and soul
Poured out onto the wet field of yellow-green grass,
I realize now in this moment that i love you,
And i am prepared to have my life shattered into pieces when you leave,
But i will remember this memory.
Hand in hand,
In the yellow-green grass.

Life
     Is
       All
          But
    A
              Lie

Death
          Is­
           Certain,
Inevitable
                      To happen

Living
          Is
            *Dying

We
    Are
        Born
              Only
To
                     ­ Die
                         Maybe
                                 Today,
Maybe
         *Tomorrow

Once comintment was on the table
He tried to push back his chair
And walk out the door
Before dinner was even served.

I fear no evil
Because it is inside me
I see the demons
They are my friends
I dont talk much
But i hear whispers in my head

I fear no darkness
Because it is all around me
I see the gravestones
They are my home
I dont think much
But they control my thoughts

I fear no death
Because it is in my soul
I see my lifeless eyes
They are empty holes
I dont feel much
But im already dead