'Life is still a blank canvas', he said.

So she told him to paint a house.
All fenced up,
And to color the grass extra green.
(So that temptation wouldn't court him)

'Why that picture?', he asked.

She replied, *'Because no matter where you go,
Your roots should always bring you home.'

'Because even if the sky is the limit,
And you reach it, the greenest grass
Even from way up above,
will always be your beacon.'

'Because change should be a shade vibrant,
Only then change could mean growth.'

'Because that home you build,
Will be your resting place.
After you've conquered your dreams--
It'll be your place of ease.'

'And', she said, 'because marks and goals
are set first,
the course decided later.
Lastly, *because those pictured endings,
are the best place to begin.'

My mind is the only thing
that keeps me from going insane...

"How can you offer me love like that?

                  I'm exhausted

                                                                            Leave me alone."

other boys are boring / but you are a burning house / that I want to curl up inside of with a long book / and lay in your bed as your flames engulf / smothering me

If I wanted to feel Hell / I'd spend an eternity next to him / and an afterlife in his skin

but does he make you feel like you've just woken up / in the middle of your own / open heart surgery?

do not build yourself up with bricks / laced of his scent & promises - you will only fall apart / slower & more painfully

I just wanted to be / the girl you broke down about in front / of your mother, screaming / that you loved me and her /saying you're a fool