skyler 5h
remember the boy at the window in the white button down?
and the girl grinning from inside?
remember the two of them sitting under the moon covered in bug spray and each others arms?
remember them talking about a future they claimed they wanted?
remember the look in their eyes when they saw each others faces?
remember how happy they seemed?

turns out, they're liars

that boy called her outside to taste her skin and kept her in his back pocket so on his bad nights he could take her out and pour himself into her to forget his problems. he did not love the girl, she was simply an addition to his body count.

that girl wrote shitty poetry and told everyone she was great to hide the fact that she wanted to scream and burn every reminder of that boy from her memory because she knew she was just an object. she told the stars she did not love him and her subconscious filled her dreams with his face.

they were filthy liars,
hooked on the idea of love


s.s
"For Better or For Worse."

“For Better”

We’ve been married for a  couple years now, I can’t believe it!
I prefer to give love, she taught me how to receive it.
Life is good now, a woman can change how you perceive it,
a sacred bond, I vowed to never deceive it..
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“For Worse”
We’ve been married a few years now, our love seems forced.
I’ve been giving my love to someone else & I feel no remorse.
He stopped chasing me, which made me change my course,
Maybe if he invested that energy into me, we wouldn’t be talking about divorce.
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*For Better is from a man's perspective at the beginning of marriage.
*For Worse is from a woman's perspective a few years into marriage
"Picture Perfect."
I threw away all of the pictures,
As well as anything that made me miss her.
I crushed the frame,
Because if she came back into the picture, we wouldn’t be the same.

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LUNA 2d
I always had a defined perception of death and I was never really afraid of it. But I never thought that I could experience something so painful as the feeling of having a huge empty hole inside of me where someone else used to be. When you died you took away parts of me that no matter how hard I try, I won’t ever be able to put it back. You took the ability of speaking up about my feelings, cause you were the only one who truly listened and now all my emotions are locked and burning on my chest. You took my tears, cause nothing in this world can hurt me as much as losing you and everything is just not worth it crying over anymore. You took my self love, cause when you loved me it was so easy to love myself too, but now everyone just makes it look like I’m so fucking hard to love. I know you wouldn’t be proud about the way I’m dealing with this, but that was the only thing you forgot to taught me about life: how to handle with suddenly losing the best part of me.
KMH 2d
They told you it was for safety
But what if I told you
It was their sick, twisted way
Of traumatizing generations
Upon generations
Of children-
families.

They take the children away
And they take their parents away
And they keep them apart
And then they send half away
And keep the other half but
Condemn them to live
Alone
Afraid
In this cruel, cruel place.

And guess which is which?

I think it really doesn’t
Matter much at all, because both groups
Live a half-life.
The mother cries for her children.
The children cry for their mother.

The monsters drink from a river of tears
And they grow off of this misery.
And they keep drinking-
The fear;
The pain;
it feeds their wicked greed.
Because it makes me angry as fück and incredibly sad that these "people" think it is okay to separate children from their parents for no reason other than they want them to leave.
skyler 3d
let's have a meeting
on the bathroom floor
doesn't matter where
my place or yours
you can poor a drink
and i'll poor my eyes out
i'll tell you what i hate about you
until you just blackout
because you just drown problems
and i am one of them too
because you never cared about me
i was nothing to you
then when you're passed out
and my lungs ache from crying
i'll tell your unconscious self
you made me feel like dying
but then i'd brush your hair back
and drag you to bed
tuck you in to sleep
and kiss your forehead
i would tell you sweet dreams
and feel my chest burn
i hate you for lying
but it seems i never learn
i would care for you
on your death bed
because unlike you
i meant the love that i said

s.s
fuck you
I have so much to say
But nothing to write down
It's raining cats and dogs
My phone will only stay on for ten more minutes
No electricity until the rain stops
It's thirty-eight minutes to two a.m.
I've got tears in my eyes
I'm a mess.

I wrote an epistle for a friend today
For his one-year anniversary
With the love of his life
She completes him
I see it
All the changes she made
In his life
She wrote an epistle for his birthday last month
He's no good with words
So he kept begging until I said yes.

I recently had my heart broken
I broke it myself
But I guess I can't complain
Cause I shattered his along with mine
Not my friend
My ex-boyfriend
We were together nine months
Would be ten today
But I broke us.

I'm so sad
I toss and turn till I cry silently
And then I drift into a restless sleep
It was best for us what I did
But it don't feel like it
It's like he was a part of my respiratory system
And without him it's so hard to breathe.

On nights this cold and lonely
I wonder if he's sober
Cause I'm the crybaby and he's the drunk
We're both trying to cope seeing as the pain is too much
We still talk but not like before
It could never be like before
It's such a shame
It really is cause
We were perfect together
But life is a complicated bitch that screwed us over.

It's now twenty-eight minutes to two a.m.
Time to cry my eyes out
So I can finally get a three-hour sleep.
Thank you for reading.
I have so much to say
But nothing to write down
It's raining cats and dogs
My phone will only stay on for ten more minutes
No electricity until the rain stops
It's thirty-eight minutes to two a.m.
I've got tears in my eyes
I'm a mess.

I wrote an epistle for a friend today
For his one-year anniversary
With the love of his life
She completes him
I see it
All the changes she made
In his life
She wrote an epistle for his birthday last month
He's no good with words
So he kept begging until I said yes.

I recently had my heart broken
I broke it myself
But I guess I can't complain
Cause I shattered his along with mine
Not my friend
My ex-boyfriend
We were together nine months
Would be ten today
But I broke us.

I'm so sad
I toss and turn till I cry silently
And then I drift into a restless sleep
It was best for us what I did
But it don't feel like it
It's like he was a part of my respiratory system
And without him it's so hard to breathe.

On nights this cold and lonely
I wonder if he's sober
Cause I'm the crybaby and he's the drunk
We're both trying to cope seeing as the pain is too much
We still talk but not like before
It could never be like before
It's such a shame
It really is cause
We were perfect together
But life is a complicated bitch that screwed us over.

It's now twenty-eight minutes to two a.m.
Time to cry my eyes out
So I can finally get a three-hour sleep.
Thank you for reading.
Just kill
Feel the thrill
You have your power still
The violence
Breaks the silence
Come with me back to Hell

Your eyes
Can't disguise
The ire that you hide
So feel it
But don't reveal it
Until it's time to

Break the weak and burn the broken
This is what your soul desires
Show them everything you feel
Make them know that you are real
Come with me into the fire

So kill
Feel the thrill
You have your power still
The violence
Breaks the silence
Come with me back to Hell

Break their bones and spill their blood
This is what you want to do
Show them that you cannot feel
Make them know that you are real
Come with me into the fire

So kill
Feel the thrill
You'll have your vengeance yet
The violence
Breaks the silence
They will never forget you
You say you love me, but they’re just words to me,
‘cause there’s no feeling involved in it.
It’s just your way to talk yourself out of something.
Stop running over me, you know you have that power over me.
I can’t see what’s in front of me, you got me drifting.
Everything with you is always a mystery and I guess it will always be.

Stop opening your mouth
before this whole situation goes south.
It’s impossible to figure you out.
You say you want an escape, well, there’s your way out.
I find freedom when you’re not around,
that’s why I always wish that you don’t come around.

You’ve turned into a ghost right before my eyes.
What’s left for me to do if I’m so angry inside?
You think you can mend all the wrong when you can’t make one thing right.
Whether I’m wrong or right, I hope you’re gone after tonight.

Things will never be the same
and I am ready for a change.
Go ahead before it’s too late
and fade away.
Written on March 8, 2002
Composition number: 123
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