And suddenly I didn't feel beautiful anymore.
It was as if he ripped away the small remnant of beauty clinging to my needy soul.
I hated him. With all that was in me, I hated him.
He stole from me, took the very things that kept me alive.
Everything I loved, he stripped from me. Tore it from me, harshly, brutally leaving me with angry, red seething skin.
I was a mere shell of who I used to be.
Who would've thought that a single bullet from the man I used to love and
A wooden box could make me, me again.

She wasn't beautiful, no.
Not in society's perception of beauty
But she was beautiful,
in the way she spoke and the way she said your name.

She was beautiful in the way her fingers lingered on the objects that she touched, as if she was caressing each one
and the way in which  she gazed longingly at the golden sunset from her rooftop.
She wasn't beautiful, she wasn't perfect or astounding.

But she was flawless in how she cared,
how she gave away so willingly, how she understood.
There was no mistaking the beauty in which her eyes radiated love at the sound of your name
There was a breathtaking perfection in how she laughed for the consolation of those around her.
No, she didn't have a beautiful face or a hot summer body.
But she ways beautiful in all that she was,
pure honesty in what she believed,
and graceful in the way she carried her soul.

She was the girl writing poetry in the back of the class
and she was irrelevant to you,
you didn't notice her then but you can't imagine life without her now.

She is beautiful, treasure her.

I wish to burn you, watch you be consumed by flames like a match and then breathe in the smoke you create.
Let it pollute my lungs and stain my heart.
Pick up your ashes and let it fall through my hands onto the ground beneath my feet,because you were my world.
This way, you would always be a part of me.

Bring the blade, bring it near
Run along the rough skin that lies willingly here
Press it light, just a touch.
We don't want my white shirt stained with blush.

Thoughts disappear pain in its place.
Long I have yearned for this embrace
Faint pink lines appear on the surface
But not yet have they fulfilled their purpose

Press harder now,hear the sweet sound of tearing flesh.
Over old scars, over skin like mesh
Watch the blood weep from my veins
Not much more I hope can they sustain

Feel it burn,tiny pulsing flames
Pain and fire coursing through,taking reign
My eyes shift out of focus,darkness fills my eyes
I follow a white light,I'm free,surrounded by serene blue skies.

I wanted to tell you I love you.
Like I wanted to every night, and like every night I realized that I would be talking to myself.
Cause you wouldn't be there, you're not here now and you won't ever be.

I realized that I'd always been alone. That even when you were there, you weren't.
That I had been standing on my own all this time and that I didn't need you.
You fooled me into believing you were something I needed to live, but with you I was only surviving.

I became a mere shell of the girl I used to be.
My vibrant colour and fiery passion was lost along the folds of your diseased tongue.
With your blackened hands you twisted all that was good from my soul, wrung me out like a gym sweater and hung me upside down on your line of deceit.

But then...
And now...
And probably tomorrow...
I will still love you.

This is when I need you most.
1:35 in the morning and I feel like a ghost.
When I feel lost but I know exactly where I am.
When I come to the realization that my life is one big sham.

This is when I need you most,
When I feel like a talk show and my mind the host.
When I feel cold and my heart like ice
And Just your warm eyes would suffice

This is when I need you most
When I feel empty, like a mailbox with no post.
When I'm alone in this sinking ship of mine
All I need is you to pull me in on your fishing line

This is when I need you most
When about my sorrows I could boast.
But instead I keep it all inside
Cause it disappears when you're by my side

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone.
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead,
Put crépe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song,
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong
The stars are not wanted now, put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun; Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.