I hate you for for your  b r o k e n  parts
For they fit so well for mine

I hate that laugh you made
As if the Amazon
Called out to humanity
To behold her beautiful sounds

I hate the way you looked at me
When you smiled
It felt as if I drown in a lake
And in between life and death
The surreal sight at the night sky
Calmed me so I didnt fight

I hate those beautiful gray eyes
They brought color to the gray world of mines
A world full with sadness and hopelessness

I hate your short red hair
For its as God gave you the eternal grace of his fire.

I don't hate you. I love you. In fact I hate myself because I can never be there for you. I can never be the one that be what you need me to be. I can never tell you how I really feel and I hate that about myself the most.

my best friend and i go grocery shopping together almost everyday. he has his hair up most of the time but i love it when he leaves it down and it's all curly and wild and the wind blows it across his face when we're sitting on a tailgate finishing the pack of cigarettes that we got the day before. we haven't left each other's side since the last full moon.

my best friend loves the beatles more than anything in the world and i love it when we get high late in the afternoon and we can see the sunset from my living room window while looking at memes and listening to track six off of abbey road. i never thought someone who loved dead musicians as much as i did existed until i met him.

my best friend and i sit next to each other in music theory on mondays and wednesdays. our weekdays feel like weekends because we have so much fun doing nothing even if we have class the next morning. i love it when he smiles because it's the most genuine thing i think i've ever seen.

my best friend holds doors open for me and he lights my cigarettes for me. normally i would take a feminist stand by saying thank you, but i could open my own doors and light my own cigarettes but with him i forget all of that and i actually think there's a 15.6% chance that he might be the love of my life. it's really hard to be myself with all these post-teenage emotions that have made me batshit crazy.

I hug her,
I laugh out with her ,
I play with her ,
I kiss her,

I take her everywhere,every day
I tell her the stories of my heart.

Yes now im in love with her
After you have gone...
After I let u go with him...

I hug her out of sorrow,
I laugh with her crying Fr the lost tomorrow,
I play with her so that she doesn't remind me of you,
I kiss my painful heart...
I tell her the stories of how im dieying
After you said adieu

You found your new boy
And I found my new gal
Oly difference is u chose him over me..
& me left with no choice,accepted her
And she is pain,loneliness,darkness

I am lost
but I am not losing
I am broken
but I am not breaking
I am hurt
but I am not hurting

I passed the point of no return
and then I passed it again, does the mean I did return?  Or does it mean I'm so lost I have no sense of direction

stinging eyes
tear drop stains on freshly washed linen
a frantic spectacle has taken place
one in which “us” may never recover

i told you i loved you.
you never said the words back.
you simply said, thank you.
and left.

smoke a cigarette
gulp down a whole bottle of *****
hook up with a random lust
scream
cry
run down an empty street
try to feed the demons, intoxicate them with filth
repeat.

nothing ever works.

As the fireworks beautifully bloom in the sky it was a bit lonely
It’s funny how the wind blows along with time

As I held your hand during that night you smiled at me
It’s funny how I never smiled back and just cried

As I pull you close into an embrace you started to fade
It’s funny isn’t it, you were leaving away

As I tried to put back the pieces of you
It’s funny I never did

As I remember this memory
It’s funny, I’m crying now isn’t it?

As long as I can still recall the note you left
It’s never funny that you gave up on the life you lived
And that carved in me so deep.
                                          .            .            .

I knew, you're not mine
I knew, you had someone
I am self-awareness

But sorry,

I can't handle this feelings
I falls for you everytime I remember you
My heart's envy when you told about yours

I wasn't love you.
Perhaps I just wants to having you,
not only as friend.