It's not about you
Or that I love you
Or that I even like you
Because I don't

You fill a space
In my heart
That's not so easily occupied

And for now,
That will do

Even if I Don't Love You

There is an artist
hiding deep with in me
she can sing and dance and write and draw
she can create anything

But sadly
she is trapped deep inside

so then the confused me
tries to dance but always falls
tries to sing but always fails
tries to create but only crumbles

because I have now realized that
I am an artist trapped in a body that isn't capable  
of creating art

Eyes are the window to the soul
But you already know that

Everyone said don't look
a murderer in the eyes
unless you want to see
the devil inside

But i was a curious little girl
when no one was looking
except for him, my eyes couldn't help
but wander toward his

When i saw his eyes i had to silence my gasp
not because i saw the devil
but because i saw myself
his eyes only mirrored mine

Maybe it wasn't the presence of something
but the lack anything that led him to become the murderer

every word they speak
leaves an impression
on her heart

every idea explained
leaves an unspeakable expression
on her face

every whisper with her name
leaves a tear
on her cheek

they will never understand
what they are capable of,
how much they can hurt her

how they can make her feel
like she has no one
like she is worthless

how they can make her feel
like she is ugly
like she is dumb

I deserve someone
someone beautiful, inside and out
someone caring, toward me and others
someone loving, in all senses of the word
someone i care about to

You don't deserve someone
someone like me