it's MINE
it only hurts me
it only comes after me because it's M I N E
so yes, i can blame myself

i used to write a lot
i used to feel a lot, too

i'm kind of alone
which is ******* weird, really
"kind of alone"

but it's true

i'm surrounded by people
but i've never felt less wanted

i'm kinda
kinda scared, i guess
yeah
"scared"

when you say you're afraid, everybody's first response is "why?"
if i had a reason, i'd be able to fix it.
if i knew what caused the demons i'd have gotten rid of them by now.

i used to be
afraid of death
isn't that funny
because now
i like killing myself
i like the feeling of
being torn apart by
other people's opinions
i beg them to tell the truth
even when i know
it's not what i want to hear
tell me
tell me you liked my hair longer
before i cut it short
tell me
tell me i'm too skinny
that i should put on some weight
tell me
tell me you're shocked
tell me i should know these basic things
i want the truth
not a sugar coating
and i don't exactly want it to hurt
but i'm starting to think
it is better than nothing

i want you
in every way there is to want a person

from lazy rainy days
sitting around in underwear
wrapped up in the covers
enveloped in each other

to lustful late nights
high happy and in love
too absorbed with each other
to focus on anything else

i want you
and i see so much in you
that counting all your perfections
would be like counting the stars
there's too many to keep track of
and they just seem endless

i am utterly in love
with every inch of your being
every corner of your mind
and everything in between

i might not know what i believe
or where i'm going
or what i'm doing
but i do hope
you'll hold my hand
and wander blindly with me
because as long as i'm with you
i don't need a destination
you are the journey

i am simply enamored with your entity
captivated by your character
fascinated
infatuated
amorous
in love