When my mother asks me
why I don't want to fall in love
I just shrug and say "I just don't"
because I cannot bring myself to tell her
love kills you and I'd much rather a die a
less painful way.

I feel so sad for
little kids with high hopes
and innocent thoughts.
And think the world is
okay and that adults know
everything needed to know.
And soon one day they're going
to figure out with the world
isn't a nice place. They're going
to find out instead that:
war's a thing,
so is a judgement,
people get sad,
people die,
people use one another,
people are all in general ****,
hearts are broken,
people are sad
and adults don't know everything.

i wrote letters
on the back
of coffee shop
napkins with ideas how
to make you
*stay

People noticed
my words
because
they were pretty
and I was not.

Im getting tired
of looking up everyday
and whispering to someone
that i'm okay.

Love,
is the harshest of fantasies.
created by the meanest people,
in order to make us content. in the
horrible lives we live,
on this horrible planet.
surrounded by horrible people
And,
unfortunately for us; life
expectantcy is not
getting any
shorter.

and i
hope somewhere
in your
new *******
world which
i'm sure
you share
with someone
else. That
i loved
you when
everyone else
gave up
on you
and i
hope one
day that
when i've
given up
on myself
you walk
back into
my life
and save
me from
saying goodbye.