When he tells you that he is going to be honest
Brace yourself for the worst
Expect nothing less than blow to the chest
And make sure there is something to fall back on
There will be no arms to catch you
When he tells you that he met someone else
He is trying to tell you
That he met someone better
What he is saying
Is that he wants to love her
And that you
Are nothing more than a release
What he wants from you
Is purely physical
He will use your body
But crave her heart
It is understandable
There is no reason for him to want yours
Broken things aren't good for much anyway
He will ask for no strings
Unaware that you are used to being a puppet
And every time you open your mouth
You spill words that have been silenced by men's hands
How many times do they have to enter you without permission
For your lips to shut completely
Strings or not,
You are still dangling from a thread
When he tells you that he doesn't want to hurt you
Believe him
Anyone who really wants to
Will not tell you
What he doesn't know
Is that pain is inevitable
And you have so much of it already
You swallow it in doses mixed with memory every single night
Closed eyes and flashback
There are too many reminders already
You do not need any more
Instead cover up with a cigarette
And then another
I guess it's better
To know from the beginning
That he will end up leaving
A fair warning
Not to get attached
Does he know
That your heart is made of glue
Impossible to hold just once
Does he know
Of your velcro skin
And how it rips every time you are let go
You wonder how many times it will take
Before you learn to stop clinging to sand paper
When he tells you to keep this to yourself
And to not tell your friends that he is an *******
You will oblige
After all,
His reputation is far more important than your sanity
Far more superior than your dignity
And everyone knows a straight white boy's biggest priority
Is worrying about what others think of them
Instead of telling anyone
You will just write a poem
With the intent that someday the whole world will know
And maybe one day they will

When he ends all of this by saying that he is here for you
If you ever need anything
Laugh
Because you know the only thing you truly need
Is a good book
And a bottle of whiskey
Make sure to tell him
You never needed him
To begin with
And you never will.

You may not be
The brightest rose
In a bouquet of flowers
But one day
Someone will find you
And call you their favorite
They will admire your petals
Your stem
They will withstand the thorns
And you will learn how to be soft again
They will see what most cannot

Beauty is in the eye
Of the beholder
And the one who holds you
Will find the beauty in your eyes
You may not be
The brightest rose
In a garden
But someday
You will be the brightest rose
To someone.

I didn't want to tell them
My words didn't seem to fit
The emptiness inside my heart
I've hidden all too quick

But I know that if I reveal
A sliver of what lies there
They'll change everything they've ever done
They'll try to be fair

I know in my mind I don't want that
But my heart tells me I need it
Something to bandage my wounds
Something to cure the scars with

So I don't say anything
But speak as loud as I can
Hopefully they'll catch on
But I know they haven't because they would've ran

It's shoots brightly, up and up and up until it is noticed-and feared.
It's body is slim and beautiful, but it hits whatever it wishes to, and strikes stupidity into young minds and wariness into wise ones, all the while not caring about how close it's getting.
People carry on with their everyday lives as a shield to protect them from a chaotic outbreak.
"Stay calm," the man chats in his head.
"Don't panic," the teen thinks as it strikes the top of a building three blocks away.
"It's only a little lightning, it can't hurt you," the mother tells her child as he stares in wonder at what he is most afraid of.
The thunder crashes loudly through the sky, rattling the windows and the hearts of those who fear it.
And forever, I remain afraid.

Had not he done his selfish deeds
There would be far less of me
Alive and well, able to breathe
But he did them, and they were filled with greed

The power quickly burned his head
And slowly he began to make the bed
In which I breathed my last breath
Before lying peacefully in my death

But still you do not understand
How it felt to touch your hand
After so many years all by myself
My life a story on a dusty shelf

So now I hope with all my heart
You will not leave before we start
Our journey across the empty land
Together forever, hand in hand