Push me away, pull me close.
It doesn't matter, cause the walls are made of fire,
and I just sorta figured we could go down in flames
Thinking about the things that I will never let happen
and maybe laugh a little, and cry a little
And regret that we ever let ourselves feel trapped

'Bounce my face off the floor,  maybe then you will recognize me'
Burn my skin so you will remember my scream
Pull my hair to feel colors slide between your fingers
Punch me
Make me feel something
Other than a lie you built during the day
Making people believe you are charming and handsome
When the true you is conniving and distasteful
Your teeth are never white,  
Rotting yellow behind your pale lips
Your hair is thin, and in places on your scalp disappearing
(like I wish I could)
I dream of knocking you down
And breaking your bones harder than you ever snapped mine
And knocking your teeth out
While I pack my bags and watch you bleed on that new tan carpet you just installed
And even adding an extra kick in the head
Just for laughs.
If I am lucky you will be brain dead,
But alive just enough to where you can watch me live my life fully,  loving heartily, And most importantly,
Speak my mind without fear, or your voice replacing mine anymore

Dark   green  depths  of  death,
where  waters  trickle  and  laugh
and  tiny  flowers  dart
in  the  sweet  fresh  breeze.

Pull  me  into  thine  un-dulled  depth
and  make  me  one  with  thee.
Blend  my  body  with  thine  earth
fashioning  a  sullen  element.

To  pause  in  a moment of fear  
and  everlasting  awe,
to drink thy beauty still
from  life’s  edge,  up  here.

WHAT does one do when their
Mind is in the clouds
but their Heart is drowning
while the Pain is so loud,
the Thoughts are dazed,
and Memories are a m e s s
that can't be cleaned, that can't be erased...
this ice inside my Chest...
my Lungs are losing air-
but my Eyes stare  off
into a Place of dreaminess...
i'm s p l i t into two
one piece in Earth's core,
sinking
the other up in space
floating
to the other end of the galaxy.

.                     Courage. It takes a bucket of sweat
Coming from I am not sure where in my hands

And drops dripping from a faucet-like-forehead
                                            ­                         To express
                     Words. I said to my friends that I had butterflies,
As I referred to that specific feeling in the seventh grade,

That fluttered in my stomach to see the light of day
                                                             ­       And find
                      You. My childhood friend whose hair I'd pull
To get a pinch, a scratch, a stare of contempt

That would later turn into a game of catch me if you can
                                                             ­       Later during
                     Recess. I had planned it all out, I had another friend
Tell you what I didn't dare say to your face

Because I had never asked a girl out on a date,
                                                           ­        My first
                     Crush. I felt my chest sinking in when later that day
You came up to me with an annoyed look in your face

And the only words that you could say was that you didn't date
                                                            ­       Guys like
                     Me.  I was never sure what I was supposed to do
Or how it was supposed to make me feel,

I just know that whoever you thought I was, I never
                                                           ­        Saw him
                     Again.