YOU ARE:
melodrama.
sunsets on mountains and poetic weekends.
“if you write about me, i will blush when you read it.”
playing my guitar.
playing with my hair.
playing with me.
“do you want to get something to eat?”
“are you tired?”
“let me in."
holding me down, in the best possible way.
approved by my mom.
poetic texts and the reason i’ve been clutching my phone.
too good to me.

YOU ARE NOT:
what you appear to be, you are so much more.
what i expected.
disappointing.
sure about where this is going, neither am i.
a manic decision, although you may seem like it now.
alone.
mine.
mine.
*mine.

feel my frightened skin
my voluptuous insecurities
feel my silence breaking
wave by wave
slowly turning into **this

everything seems the same
then repeat
I can't express my feelings right
then repeat
I can't even make them look like a poem
then repeat
that's the thing about repetition
then repeat
it seems like it sounds nice
then repeat
but it sounds so ****** and agh

close your eyes
tell me what is it
don't let those crazy eyes
don't let them cry
keep looking at me
I won't step aside
don't give up on me

I wrote you a song
about all the little things you like
I wanted to take it slow
but the rush between the both of us
couldn't make it any slow

I just wish I could have known you better than this

Bugs in the dark swarm
My screen is not the sunlight
But they know nothing.

I'm falling apart**






















I need to be back











I'm not being myself

I want to **** myself
I want to know how it feels to be truly empty
I want to end with this with my hand

when I was a little child
I used to dream of days of happiness
days of being all colorful
now my days are just blue

"suicide is not the answer"
"this will be endless"

honestly
I don't care

There's no such thing as
"good" and "bad"
     there
          are
               just
                   things

Please, please hear me
'Cause I'm crying out
If I thought you weren't here
Would I still shout?

I've got some questions
That I know you've heard
Perhaps you'd let them
Have a second word.

Hear me out, I say,
The lines are broken down
Maybe when I took a breath
It brought them to the ground.

Maybe in the end I'll say
That this was all for good
But at this moment, I cannot stay
Anywhere you stood.

So hear me...I know it hurts...
Please, don't shut me out.
If I knew that you would turn away
Then would I still shout?