My heart is like a singing bird
Whose nest is in a water'd shoot;
My heart is like an apple-tree
Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit;
My heart is like a rainbow shell
That paddles in a halcyon sea;
My heart is gladder than all these
Because my love is come to me.

Raise me a dais of silk and down;
Hang it with vair and purple dyes;
Carve it in doves and pomegranates,
And peacocks with a hundred eyes;
Work it in gold and silver grapes,
In leaves and silver fleurs-de-lys;
Because the birthday of my life
Is come, my love is come to me.

~Look, I'm sorry I told you that you are ugly.
Sometimes I just can't believe what I see.
We can be friends, maybe.
I'll tell you how beautiful you are.
Because you are me.
Sometimes I hate you,
Sometimes I don't understand you.
But one thing we can both agree,
Is that I don't mean those things.
And I'm so, so sorry...
....
....
....
that you had to be me. </3~

"But I'm damaged" she said with watery eyes fixed on the moon

"We are all damaged goods...we are all cardboard boxes with fragile stickers handled by people that don't give a ****..and that's why we are shattered from the inside and that's why the deeper we get to know each other the more we hurt ourselves on the broken pieces but I guess rarely you find people tough and willing to rampage through it to find the pieces of you that aren't so sharp around the edges...the beautiful pieces of who you really are..and then they stick them together and try to fix us and sometimes they can..it's like we were never really broken..and if that's not something beautiful I don't know what is"

Maybe I'm not meant for serious.
Maybe I'm just here for fun,
Being used while using,
People think I'm dumb.
Because I fall so easily and never get caught,
I give it up so easily because they want nothing more.
Maybe I'm not relationship material,
Maybe I'm just the milk without cereal.

It's okay if
I'm not the one
you dreamed of,
but please,
just love me back
for now,
instead.

I woke up and I'm still suffocating
Oh God please give me space

i can't write about you anymore. when i hear your name i don't feel anything; don't imagine your lips on all the bruises of my skin; don't find myself replaying the recordings of your voice in my mind; don't shudder as my heart alights and my fingers tap the rhythm of your pulse and my veins remember the way you felt inside of them. i don't write about you anymore. i can't feel anything.

I remember that fight, 2:30 AM
  "Have you been drinkin'
   To take all the pain away
   If you wanna bring me down
   Go ahead and try
   I'm not the milk and cheerios in your spoon
   It's not a simple "here we go" not so soon
   Can't you see that you lie to yourself
   I'm not about to look at your face again
   Why would you push me away
   I'm through with playing by the rules of someone else's game"
Why do you have to go and make things so complicated
100 and five is the number that comes to my head
when I think of all the years I wanna be with you
I like you the way you are
There's nothing like us
There's nothing like you and me
You learn my secrets and you figure out why I'm guarded
You say we'll never make my parents mistakes
I was a flight risk with a fear of falling
Wondering why we bother with love if it never lasts
Too long I've been afraid of
Losing love I guess I've lost
Tears from eyes worn, cold and sad
Pick me up now, I need you so bad
Thought the chances of meeting someone like you were a million to one
You're the best thing that's ever been mine.

It's 12:25 in the early morning,
The stars are majestically prancing around in the heavenly sky.
Never was there a gigantic, obese sign forewarning,
Attempting to grab my attention seeking eyes.
Screaming and shouting, "He's just a beautiful boy with a devil heart."
Would a young, innocent soul have the conscientious mind to spot such a simple flaw?
Maybe, if I wouldn't have been so knee deep in trying to restart,
I may not have ever let your rough, graceful hands unclip my bra.
It's now 12:39 and I'm slowly remembering how to forget you,
All I can slightly acknowledge is scratching your bare back and moaning your aesthetically crafted name.
Don't ask me to bid you adieu,
Because I only have my wondering heart to blame.

Open letter, truth or dare
A secret I can't stand to share
This letter will make you upset
but so did all the times when you'd forget
my presence or my birthday -
one happens every day,
and the other's once a year
so the least you could have done
is say "happy birthday," "you look great"
once a year, and once a day
You won't care now and it's too late
But you had to know since you won't stay.

She is somewhere in California
complaining of the heat
and reading letters from her past loves
and the girls she used to see.
And every once in awhile,
I wonder if one's from me--
if she ever sees that postcard
that I sent on March 19th
-aprilxcv