I find it ironic that the first time I had ever been sick from alcohol was with a bottle the same name as yours.
That should have been my warning sign when we first met.
Don't date boys with the same name as cheap liquor because eventually you will become that cheap drunk, passed out in a pool of your own sins, praying for him to come along and salvage you out of this misery that he put you in,
in the first place.

When you touch me I want it to burn like fire through my heart.
When you leave me I want to cry blood.
I just want to feel again.
When I am with you I want society to fade away.
I want you to make me lie on your shower floor, cold water pouring onto our naked bodies.
Whisper that humanity is a lie.
Life is a lie.
The moon is a lie.
Everything I know and have ever felt is a lie.
Everything except us.
Except you.
Except this moment we have now.
Except the electricity that passes through your finger tips as you tell me to close my eyes and feel ice on my face.
Suffocate my wandering mind and leave me lying on the cold brick road. Begging for humanity to let me back in.
Begging for you to let me back in.
Begging for sanity.

You sit and watch the flames dancing up into the ink stained night
You want to be devoured by the darkness.
You want to be engulfed and dazzled by flames,
Here, now,
It is cold,
And you’re so young and scared.
I can still feel your warm breath against my body whispering beautiful lies into my ear.
I remember the way you would hold me tightly because you knew that every inch of me was breaking.
You couldn’t fix me.

Break my heart because my pain draws me closer to life.
Give me broken love.  I want scars on my heart, I want to ******* salty tears dripping down my face like blood at 5 in the morning while I listen to the mixed tape you made me on repeat.      
Give me messy love. The kind where we eat breakfast for dinner, and ride bicycles naked in the snow. You will read books about travellers and I will lie on the floor making paper aeroplanes because being with you is enough.                                                          ­          
Make me want to **** myself so that I am able to feel alive again.

I am destroying you.

I love you so much and I was right,

I destroyed you.

I love you.

I could say it over and over again.

Your name is like music to my ears,

A song that I will never get sick of,

I need you.

The most ****** up thing of all is that I let you back in.

I let you back in knowing about your snake like nature. You lie so well through a closed mouth, spit dripping down your jaw like poison.
The poison I once let into my mouth. The poison I let enter my fire.
I looked at you like magic and you looked back at me with your cold, empty eyes.

You turned me into this but I will not let you burn me to the ground.

I will train my heart like a dog, I will chain my heart up and eat the key.
You are sick.
Your games are sick.
The way you play with me, the way you take my heart out of my chest and eat it right in front of me, you love seeing me whimper.

I used to think that love required sacrifice, but I would like to know when sacrifice is too much?
When losing yourself in the eyes of a lover becomes more important than finding beauty in your own reflection.

When tears become the romantic equivalent to loving you.

Hey you,  
Yes, you.
Don't do that to yourself.
Don't allow someone to treat you like that.
This is your life.
Don't let other people burn you to the ground.

Hey you,
Yes, you.
You put the ******* stars in the sky.
Your are gold.
You are art.
Stop letting people make you feel small.

You are fascinating, don't surround yourself with people who are not curious about you.

I believe that you are a miracle and its about time you started to believe it too.