this is not a ******* game,
a friendship's at stake.

we burn bright like stars,
combined like two pieces,
of the same heart,
that was art itself.

we share so much,
between each other,
an adrenaline rush,
i wish to feel it,
forever and ever.

the moon ain't got nothing on us,
not even the sun can blind us,
with those strong rays of light,
we burn harder than fire,
nothing can burn us out,
got that super spark,
stronger than fire,
lighter than water.

my best girl friend
is beyond complicated
but i sorta like it
her cold yet sweet
way to communicate
takes my breath away
i am such a *******
Why do i like her cold heart?
her accent though is cute
sends shivers up and down
my back and my mind goes blank
like someone put me on mute
such a complicated friendship
but she is so **** pretty
like a drug, hard to quit
she does something to me
seems so wrong to dream
of all possible outcomes
nothing is what it seems
but in my heart, she lingers
she is the main role
in my little heart
but i am just a
part time role
in that heart
of hers

you're my college sweetheart
your heart, a piece of art
my fairytale love
my dream crush
had my eyes
on my prize
for a really
long time
and now
i get
to call
him
mine

last night was amazing
she makes life worth living
feels like i've got my friend back
and our friendship is on track

she said i was the greatest treasure
that she could have ever wished to find
and said that i always save her life
she gives me butterflies
inside me, they flutter

that girl never fails to make me smile
she is one of the blessings of my life
my happiness scale rises up high
when she speaks to me
we're talking again tonight
i feel so excited and happy

heart to hearts with her
oh how I've missed those

i say i hate pain, yet i dwell on it.
i am a self-confessed hypocrite.
living for destruction of one's self.
not living for me but for someone else.

this makes self-hate sound artistic.
trust me, it's definitely not.
didn't ask to become this.
change sorta happened.

i am not my old self.
that part of me is on the shelf.
in the body of someone else.

destructive friendships
are what i'm attached to
not sure why though
i mean nothing to you
yes, we were in love once
and that was truly great
but now we both changed
and gave up on that
why am i still hooked?

why do i get butterflies
whenever you speak to me?
why do i ignore others
when your name
comes up on
my cell phone?
why do i fantasize
and dream of your touch?
why do I still want you
i will never be enough

i'm supposed to be happy
committed to a perfect guy
but your presence lingers
and creeps inside my mind
why do you still affect me?
i need to know the reason why

you are the most cold hearted girl
i ever had the chance to know
but my love for you
continues to grow
you're so beautiful
and captivating
it's almost a sin
you are evil
but charming
but i can't give in

as much as i love you
our love is in the past
but my feelings
will never change
they will continue to last
even in the present light
i don't want to love you
but my heart is stupid
it was shot by a faulty arrow
the property of the bad cupid

we smoke to feel calm
we drink to forget
the ones who
caused us harm
the ones who
broke us
as we fell
deeper
into
their
grave
of
charm

people tell me that i gain from pain
some kind of desire from torture
whether from bite marks
which make me bleed
or from a lover
that dominates
when in bed

part of me can't function
without some kind of release
that only pain seems to fulfill

i guess i have a masochistic personality
a need to feel what i can't usually

i struggled with self inflicted hurt too
when nothing else was available to me
created marks and scars to fill my heart
with increased satisfaction
i am the canvas
which is my art
my body tells
a thousand
little tales
of a girl
lost in
confusion

makes me feel so alive
the memories carved
and painted on

heavenly eyes.
dangerous lips.
smile like an angel.
eyes like the devil's mistress.
get lost in my eyes.
like a dark forest.
lose yourself.
let me steal your heart.
let me show you my ways.
my ways of manipulation.
my ways of influencing passion.
heart craves more than tiny sins.
it craves a love stronger than wars.
a love so strong it pours out.
out of your beating chest.