You parents say that the world will always have something for you
Truth is you have to work for those somethings
Your family says they love you no matter what
Truth is you make one mistake and they haunt you with that for the rest of your life
Your friends say you look cute in that outfit and your hair looks great
Truth is your outfit look weird on you and your hair needs to be fixed
Your mind says you look fat and your the ugliest person ever
Truth is your not fat and your the most beautiful person on the face of the earth
Keep going strong my love
You are wonderful and if anyone was to see different then they have something against themselves
Keep your head up and keep looking forward
Life is how you think of yourself and how you make it
So think positive and make it worthwhile
Sincerely, truth

There’s a void in my heart shaped like you.
When your scent fades from my bedsheets,
I sputter like a car without fuel. Without you,
it’s hard to keep going.

How do I choose between two
Two hearts offered to me
Two  souls searching for love

How do I turn one away?
Two hearts and one will break
Two worlds very different from each other

I cannot choose
I cannot lose
How would I make that decision?

So, circles into spirals and cycles again,

Messages into words and letters ingrained,

Hands into pockets and eyes have been trained,

Features from looking so hard that you strained,

Over stretched meanings aborted through change,

A little light of warning and waryness braved!


So circles into spirals and handheld refrain,

Drumming on windows and blood on the pane,

Letters recycled and bravery stained,

Fearless of the freedom that messages contain,

Over used syllables revealing their brain,

Over and over and over and over again!


Again? Again, Again! Again!

I
Am.
I have no need to be
Enveloped in hypocrisy,
Or write a novel, climb a tree,
Or contemplate a bumblebee.
There is no benefit for me
To finding the square root of 3,
Or calculating the number phi
To digit three-hundred-thirty-three.
I only feel the need to be
The me that I was meant to be.
I’ll find a way to just be free,
And settle down and simply
Be.

How can i say this?
I hate you
I hate the way you make me feel
I hate the feelings you give me
I hate the butterflies i get when your around
I hate the beating of my heart when you hold my hand
I hate how nervous i get when you kiss me
I hate that i love you
I hate that i hate that i love you
I don't know how to say this
You truly are the hate of my life