We've spent many lives loving the same people we love in this lifetime. We will love then in the next, our hearts will shatter by the same man, just a different face. In this life, and in the life before this, we all fall in love with the same person.

Twisted lights
Dark orange glow
Street lamps
Glinted sparkles on the snow
Signs painted red
Starlight
Dancing in your head
Rain drops
Thunderstorms and lightening
Graffiti walls
Spray painted blue
Ocean colored sky
Clouds full of rain
Cigarette burns
And white filters
Black lungs
Dark souled hearts
Knife splits
And bandaged ribs
Blood stains
And rope
Handfuls of white colored pills
Blankets full of hope
Covered with dried tears
Of crying pain
Leaking from
Your eyes that constantly drain
One more pill swallowed down
Your throat
All that's left
Is twisted lights
Dark orange glow
Street lamps
And glinted sparking snow

I see you in the petals that drop, singing he loves me. He loves me not.

I FEEL SO ALONE

    MY LUNGS WONT LET ME SCREAM

              SO MAYBE I CAN SCREAM THROUGH TYPED WORDS ON A BLANK PAGE

        I FELL SO ALONE

WITH YOUR ARMS WRAPPED AROUND MY WAIST
  
        I CANT TELL YOU HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU, BUT MY BODY WONT LET ME CARESS YOU

I FEEL SO ALONE

EVEN THOUGH YOUR WARMTH TRIES TO PRY ITS WAY THROUGH MY SKIN SNEAKING ITS WAY TO MY BLOOD STREAM

IM STILL IN PAIN, I THOUGHT YOU WOULD WASH IT ALL AWAY WITH THE SWIPE OF YOUR HAND AS YOU DO WITH MY SHEDDING TEARS

I FEEL SO ALONE

       ALL THE VOCIES IN MY HEAD

AND I CANT BREATHE IM SUFFOCATING

ALL THE LIES. ALL THE EYES. ALL THESE CRIES.

CHOKE US TILL WERE NUMB.

I ripped out my heart
And served it for you on a silver platter
You said, "dont worry baby, it wont shatter."
You put it on the top shelf of the wooden glass case
You told me it was the safest place.

What you failed to mention was that
You got angry,
And your vision got blurry.
You threw me against the glass
Making it crash
Against the hard wood floors
Each piece breaking and shattering

You pinned me against the wooden case holding my arms together tightly out of your reach,
Grabbing my shoulders, you slammed me again, easing your voice to a deep scream.
And as my still beating heart dropped to the floor
You picked it up with deft fingerings and starting picking away the pieces of shattered glass
Making your fingers bleed

You slid the glass against my skin causing small cuts where your hands should have been
Raising your fists in the air holding in your defending scream
You released me
As i caught air, i ran
For the door

And you pushed me making me squirm against the floor
Still grabbing the handle
Twisting and turning trying to escape
You picked up my heart
And threw it at my face

It was broken, torn up to shreds
And you left me.
Holding onto the handle, dead.

Her name is an oceans wave
Or a tree that creaks when it sways in the wind
Its the church bells chimming together in sweet harmony from a distance
Its the singing songs of wildlife in the depths of the unknown forests

Shes a girl with brown eyes with golden specks.
Long brown hair always kept straight at the ends.
A body that everyone dreams of having, when you see her you can hear the crowd catch thier breath as she walks into the room.
All eyes on her.

She has the voice of the lullabys your mother sang to you when you were five.
She has healing hands, just as Snow White she makes everything come alive
Each footstep she takes you can see the grass grow greener and the flowers turn colors rather than black and white.

She makes sunsets look like rainstorms, and mountians look like hills.
She has laughters filled with grief and sorrow printed across her teeth.
She has this blue cloud radiating from her body, you can feel her when shes not even touching you.

Her cries are filled with dread, all the thoughts that swarm her head. Death seemed like a way out, but she couldn't bear the pain of her mother at her funeral.
Her grandparents died in the beginning of sixth grade, she said to me that one day they will come knocking on the front door saying they had a lovely trip.
She sees them in the butterflies that fly and the trees that spoke. She sees them in herself.

She has cuts on her arms and three on her thigh, i remember asking her why.
I graze them every now and then, but she doesnt seem to notice, my heart burns and breaks each time i see them.
She has eyes that sparkle but heavy bags that show her pain.
I never got an answer to my question why, just a shy smile and shake if her head.
Shes always been mysterious, never speaking the whole truth. But never confessing to a lie

She is beauty in a sunrise and she is beauty in a thunderstorm.