In the palm of my hand,
You placed
The sun.

I eat pizza too much
Like three days a week
Pizza pizza pizza
But in all honesty
I'd choose you over a slice
Any day of the week

Negative ppl **** me off
Dont be a ****** messing up my day
I apologize your day ***** but it's not my fault
You can talk to me or share you beliefs but dont impose
I didnt do anything so dont take your frustrations out on me
Dont shutdown my ideas since your mind draws a blank.
Take your bad attitude somewhere else

it's always been a stupid dream, hasn't it?
i can't help but find myself thinking about that day, if i could've possibly changed anything.
who would i be on this day, if none of this ever happened?
would i know suffering, would i even have scars? or what if you two never separated, that our family remained pure and whole?
maybe things were meant to happen for a reason but, what was the reason?
everyday is a constant battle between my heart and my head and i can't seem to escape from the demons taking refugee inside of me.
i am constantly searching for the way out but always end up short as they grab me and hush my lips so i can't scream.
they whisper that i cannot leave, that i am nothing more than a mere palette waiting to shed red.
they create a giant void that can never be filled and they tear down the walls that i have sheltered myself in.
i scream but nothing seems to come out;
what is wrong with me? who am i really? everyone says it's only temporary, that i have to wait it out and it'll all be over soon.
it won't, will it? who will i turn into?
will i seek out the revenge i deserve to inflict on you for keeping me hostage here, or be compassionate and **** you with kindness?
stop searching hell for demons

they've been inside you all along.
a.c.

I want everything that bugs me and annoys me to go away so I can focus on what I need to get done. Be at my best be myself not letting other stupid factors distract my choices.
I help everyone even if I dislike what im doing but doing the right thing is hard the intentions are good even though others make them seem bad

help

Happy for change even though things are beyond my control
Over the heartache feeling like me again
True friends stay while fakes bs comes to an end
Im learning to mind my mouth since my crazy thinking is too much for others.
Everyone set in their ways respect my choices
My mouth gets me in trouble so I cant voice my opinion.

When you look at him your irises turn into beautiful little lilacs, complimenting your rosy cheeks that adopt the sun's rays, holding the warm and powerful light hostage beneath your soft skin.

When he looks at you his eyes become reflectors of the moon's bright light, making his eyes seem so much more deeper, and so much more iridescent than they were before; and when he looks at you his skin turns into icicles, every inch turning into little tiny mountains.

When the two of you come together, your nerves and blood and organs begin to pull the both of you even closer, allowing your hearts to speak to one another: each repeating the phrase I love you, followed by its lover's name. It is a beautiful and subtle conversation.