Looks are very deceiving.

They see peace and happiness.
There's chaos happening inside.

A ray of sunshine that smiles.
But a heart breaking every beat.

Surrounded by people.
But completely alone.

I was happy
Before she intruded.
She was probably happy
Before I intruded.

I hoped
They wouldn't commit ******.
She probably hopes
We wouldn't commit to a relationship.

I wished
To separate them.
She probably wishes
To separate us.

I wanted her
Out of the picture.
She probably wants me
Out of the picture.

Then, would all
Return to normal
If she left?
No, all would probably
Return to normal
If I left.

upon a hill with the birch and pine
into the shade of north mountain rain
past the foot-marks and berry bushes
i tear into the frame of what makes me.

i dig holes into dim reflections
and use and fuse the self shut.

tongue can taste the ripping of wounds
the sour and gluttonous spite
my greedy mouth chews and chews.
teeth tear the rusty bearings lose

and i sink in the swell of the sea
where the stinging is most.

I saw your look and I knew something was up.
You said you were fine and I thought we got past your lying phase.
I want to know what's wrong and
I've actually never seen you cry..
I think you have heard me cry on the phone once..
nope actually a couple occasions.

I wonder if you're up..
if you decided to eat today but it shouldn't have to be that way.

My dad loves you a lot and
he always asks me about you and I'll
always reply with a "he's good" cuz what else would I say right?
The truth.
Like the opposite.
That you're breaking and what's holding you together is..



Only four minutes have passed.

“Why is that your lucky number is four, when that’s unlucky to some”

“Four is the number to a word called love
And at the same time the number of letters in hate…
But I believe I’m lucky when I loved someone who hated me”

I bit my lip and muttered under my breath “I never hated you…but she did.”

“And so I’m getting married to that girl who once hated me.”

I wished you could’ve hated me, but I don’t know what I’ll do
When the person I love the most would feel the exact opposite
So now I’m unlucky to the number of the letters of love and hate.

“My favorite number is four now… thanks to you.”

“Why? Do you love someone who hates you?”

“It’s the opposite, I hate him, cause he won’t love me, even though I know his heart is captured already.”

“I want to hate you now but it’s too late…” and then I walked four steps away from him.

cause she was already there just four steps behind with the white gown of hers.