He laid in bed staring at a shiny tin,

She let the silver streak red across her skin.

He tried to focus on tomorrow,

Her heavy-heart fill with sorrow.

He thought about how so many months ago he called her a liar,

She thought of the way he looked when she called him a pathetic crier.

He thought about how she was so far,

She studied the heart-shaped scar.

He typed a text but he deleted it,

She tied and hung a noose then hid it.

He tried to remember the curve of her lips,

She brought the ****** blade to her hips.

He played music and wondered if she still had that ferocious fight,

She tried her best to make the physical pain last her for the rest of the night.

He received and read a text from his girl and he tried to sleep but his mind betrayed him,

She cleaned her mess and slithered next to her temporary lover and she looked at her drink filled to the rim.

He cried holding his pillow and wondered if only he had been enough,

She silently cried telling herself that she had to be strong and tough.

He tells himself, 'If he had loved her a little more, maybe she would have stayed',

She tells herself, 'If she let him hold onto her heart, maybe she wouldn't be afraid.'

If only neither of them was afraid to stay...

She loves him and he loves her, in life and death to this day...

It's funny how the universe can work this way...

Was I weak for letting him do what he did?
Did it make me pathetic?
His face stains the inside of my eye lids like bitter red wine would stain a white dress,
His voice is vividly there every time some one calls my name.
Sometimes I can still feel his fingers exploring my body as if he hasn't tainted every inch of it down to my split ends,
sometimes I can feel his lips grazing my ear to whisper vile things.
He has control over me despite the fact he can't physically hurt me anymore,
despite that fact his memory still haunts me...like an echo of him.
His echo lies in bed with me every night,
his echo hides in my shadow whispering all my insecurities as if a second voice,
his echo traces every kiss,
his echo makes love to my dreams creating little demons.
His echo follows me as if it's the ghost of someone I killed...
Maybe it is the ghost...
maybe it's my ghost.
The ghost of who I once was before him.

"Can I kiss you?" You mumbled catching me off guard,
"What?" I asked thinking I heard you wrong, You laughed and turned away but I grabbed your arm.
"Come here," I whispered and you leaned in, our lips connecting perfectly.
We both laughed and pushed against each other.
We did this for twenty minutes before the bell rang, "We should get to class."

You pulled me into you, "Just friends?" You whispered against my ear. I nodded and whispered back,

"Just friends."

Because neither of us want to believe we are both teenagers madly in love.

It’s hard to explain my love for you,
You told me that I loved the thought of you.
It’s funny to think that you lied in a way,
Because I hate the thought of you,
I don’t know how to explain.
It brings me to tears each time,
Oh, the irony to think that it was once just you and me.
It’s so hard to believe.
That you’d just up and leave.

She is like a storm,
Everywhere she goes disaster follows,
But look in her eyes and you’ll see the beauty of it all,
Be the calm to her storm.
Be the rain that’s falls.