I believe that,
Human wisdom
Can be summed up in one phrase:
"Full moon"
You can never see the moon "in full,"
Only half of it.
It's like,
When someone says,
"You have my full trust and devotion."
But that's only true,
Until someone better than you
Comes along to,
Give their "full" trust and devotion to.
And anyway,
The moon is never "full"
Very long either.

I gave you everything
including my words.
Beautiful lines of letters together
combining into a lovely melody of
pain.
And you,
you twisted them.
You took the beauty
and shaped it into your
own dream of evil.
You saw the only way
I knew how to speak my mind,
how to share my thoughts,
and you burned it.
Crushed it
Crushed me.

I know I promised
I'd never write about you again
but it's five am and I am left
with this visceral feeling of
loss and anger

I use to think you stripped
Me of everything
Now I realize you didn't.
See, I forgot about the cross
The burden of love
You sentenced me to

Your name is Judas
and I will accept
the crown of thorns
and become a martyr
for ever believing that
true love existed
in your eyes

yes
true
very true
you got me flirting
with somebody else
..guilty
of course i am
i was poisoned
by the unfaithful world
and trust less in loyalty
so i go astray
before i'm betrayed
well looks like
you just
don't want to listen anymore..
*broken

Black as night
Dark as day
Is the soul
That was betrayed

The white of lies
The red in her eyes
Tell of a life
Lived to die

She moved on
She broke free from her hollow depleted obscure surroundings .
Every single thought has vanished , your depravity loathsome soul has demolished her heart.
She finally had enough of the torture you caused , it was like knifes being thrown at her back playing darts until you hit the bullseye , and that bullseye was her heart.
She's now drenched in her own sorrow .

He walks confidently
But not for me...

He flips his long pefect hair
But not for me...

He plays his guitar
But not for me...

He smiles
But never for me.

I am not the girl he dreams of at night
I am not the girl he longs to speak to
I am not the girl that makes him sweat
I am not the girl that he craves to bed with

I am not anything to him
Not like she is

The most suspicious people are the guiltiest themselves.

The ones who hurt the most learn to trust again because they're been hurt.
They believe in love because that's how they were hurt.

The guilty ones are hopeless.
They do not deserve love.
They will ****** and scrape every last bit of happiness you have and take it for granted.
They will blame you for their actions.
They will hurt you because they secretly know the pain that they have caused.
They put that pain on you.
They are suspicious of you because they themselves are guilty.

Never trust the suspicious ones.

Never.
I hope you can learn to trust.
Because love is trust and the guilty don't love.

Don't love the guilty ones.