If a girl has stolen your heart,
try your hardest to steal hers.

To Be Honest, no one will care, until you do.

to be honest
if I had known as a child
that I would be a size 4
I would have never eaten again

To be honest I need you here
I’m tired of hiding from all of my fear
To be honest I’m afraid of what’s true
Hiding from the reasons I‘ve fallen for you
To be honest I got lost in your eyes
trying to hide it, always in disguise
To be honest I need to get away
But I know I’ll rue this day

If there was a lot more moisture around us, this leaf would be well rounded.

I've been meaning to write you, but my words are all too stuck in their ways. They wish to be spoken and long to be felt, but to be honest they all lack virtue. All they can do now is hurt you.

Drenched in dopamine
These words swim within
Gasping for air  
They plead for solace
In the jungle of thought  
They inhale agony
And exhale apathy  
They are jaded implicitly
These words
I secretly imprisoned
Still inconvenience me
They ******* my heart
Despite their innocence
I can not trust them
Hence my silence
Hence the look in my eyes
My stomach was weak
I saw novelty in every lie
But to be honest  
I been meaning to ask
Is it too late for us?

I feel like i keep doing the same thing over and over
and its over again..
too much time in my room I'm losing my soul i guess I'm going threw it again.
Man this Life just don't excite me
without Love this life...
It's..
It's.....Nothing.

because some would rather live in words of little white lies like
"you ARE pretty" "you seem nice" "youre really sweet",
then decipher her own tangled abstruse 'life'.

I prefer the way you feel between my thighs than inside my head.

honestly
I thought I broke myself when you were gone and I was sitting in my room alone staring at the corner of the wall waiting for it to breathe back into me the way you did when you held me close
honestly
I thought you were a figment of my imagination when you were there and I was sitting in your room staring at your face and tracing the lines of your mouth with my fingertips
and honestly
you never had to say you hated me or loved me because words meant everything and nothing and all that mattered was your hand on my neck and your fingers laced in mine and the uncorked bottle of wine in the kitchen