why must the world be a battle field?

why are the loving hands of black men and women considered weapons?

why are members of the lgbt community considered evil?

why are non religious people seen as a spawn of the devil?

why must we live in a world where life is a battlefield?

why must we fight to believe in our own dreams?

why must we fight for the rights gifted to us as humans beings?

everyday we put up a fight,

and frankly i’m tired of this battlefield.

these days have reminded me of young lovers
of whispered secrets in candle light
of slow dances in the rain
timeless.
a feeling of endless liveliness.
a feeling i hope to never shake.
all because of you.

her heart was like blown glass, sensitive and nimble.
she was hard to let pass.
she sat in your dreams swinging her feet, you always thought she was so sweet.
the heart of this girl so beautiful and true, would sing soft melodies to me and you.
it bumped and it thumped to the rhythm within, matching with yours. you were at a win.
the girl made of blown glass was vigilant of her heart, but only with you.
she was afraid of the new and you were too, so you protected her greatly.
her glass heart too.
but the harder you held the more she began to crack.

crack
crack
crash.

you sat with your love in bleeding hands, wondering why the girl of glass loved you.
but you loved her too, with every piece of newly hardened glass that she left with you.

throw me in your burning pile.
ill smile as you dump me.

we could be the couple of centuries.

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the person youre in love with is supposed to make the world more colorful,
but what are you supposed to do when youre colorblind

the way you touched me begged me to stay.
but your mouth said otherwise.

why must the rain be so beautifully poetic?
why must the cuts across my wrist be so metaphoric?
why must the clouds be so sadly broken?
why must the world be so cruel to us beautiful people?

you cant water dead flowers,
itll only drown them.

never in a million years did i think i would meet an angel like you.
with silky hair, and devilish blue eyes.
i couldn't get enough of you.

but as time went on i realized you were a fallen angel. something deprived of the devil.
your kisses were lukewarm, your heart was frozen,
and the only thing you ever did with me was tear my heart out and rip into thousands of threads.
you were once an angel, fallen from grace.

so now, i hope you rot in the depths of hell for all of eternity.

like the devil you've become.

you tend to slip through my fingers, leaving remnants of memories on my fingertips. while your hands spin so does my head. sending me into a spinning haze of cracking tears, and hyperventilated memories. why must you steal from me? why must you take away the precious moments. you've left me wasted and empty. while you reminisce on my day dreams and leave me with nightmares.

what do i do if im the only person on my deathnote?

J'ai envie d'être aussi belle que les autres autour de moi.

please dont fall apart.
dont allow the rage inside you break your own bones.
dont let the sadness carve ravines in your moonlit skin.
dont allow the jealousy run through your veins.
please dont fall apart
please...

did you love them?
or did you fall in love with the version of them you created in your head?

i feel like im drowning.
in unsaid words, unwritten poetry, unvoiced thoughts.
i can feel myself sinking into the bottom of this pit.
with my hands in shackles and my ankles tied.
im sinking.
everything echos down here.
im almost gone.
every thing is so cold.
imgone.
dont
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me

have you ever been put up on the shelf, and only dusted off when people are confused or need something from you?



yeah me too.
i guess we can get dusty together.

come, stay awhile