it's a little too cold,
the spaces between us,
ice sinks like truth
deep in my bones
I know I said I love you
I know you know I meant it,
dream of tangling fingers
as I pull away
friends that call me turtle
for the funny faces I make
but now I'm edging back into my shell
thinking they just know me
a little too well
and it's a little too close
for comfort—what's comfort?
hell, I'm just kidding myself
help me, I'm breaking down
no, leave me,
can't save me now
just know: I hate myself for this
these lips pushed and pulled
to imagine your kiss,
a kiss I'll never get to taste
please let me drift.
more space between us;
let the ice sink like truth
deep in our bones
sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry
and I love you and I'm
leaving, gotta leave here
don't wanna be replaced
i watch people throw those three words
around like they're nothing but decoration.
'i love you' spilling out in the middle of the night,
instead of 'thank you for listening'.
'i love you' instead of 'i like us',
because nobody wants to feel unloved,
and nobody wants to admit they're afraid
of being alone, of being forgotten.
so he says those words to her, trusting
that when she says them back, she'll mean them.
it seems that he hopes that when he says those words,
that she'll stay; that she'll continue to love him.
but what if, in the end, we're all lying?
what if we're all pinning those words in hopes,
hopes that they will stay, and we plaster on a smile,
hoping that they can love us, as we need.
broken and left behind, we pin our hopes
onto those three little words and we listen intently
for them to be said back. we seem to trust, all too much,
in the shared words.
but, when we find out that things won't work,
and the relationship crumbles, we struggle to be okay.
we lose the hope that someone can love us as we need,
we lose the hope that we can love as someone else needs.
I flee in fear as the enemy grows near,
I stumbled as a bullet passes my ear.
I stand, I turn running away with a tear,
I fall down as if I was hit with a spear.
I took on this war a long time ago,
With myself I had hoped that I could grow.
I lay down beginning to rot away,
The hours passed as I begin to fade.
I wake up and I see these wounds of mine,
Glowing as if I was filled with such life.
Slowly my wounds begin to heal and fade,
And such I begin to fight another day.
Never did I knew that that day drew near,
As I remember those days fleeing in fear.
Now I stand and fight my demonic night,
And I shall die with my tears shining bright.
I lay in this self-made grave from a self-made war,
Yet again my heart glows as if being revived.
I faced myself and gave myself a scar.
Yet it was healed by an angel from afar.
She has never taken a silver spoon to the contents of her head,
or buried her body in a lover's empty bed.
She is not the old jacket hanging on the back of the chair-
but the inhabitant, a throne's rightful heir.
I imagine a life where there are no ghosts in the mirror;
when friends talk about their fathers, there's no bile in her throat-
the thought of spilling the contents of her stomach is an unfunny joke.
She doesn't change into her clothes as if a gun ha
d been pulled,
or dream of Icarus’ voice, “Jump” he goads
She looks both ways before crossing the road.
Her fingers don't pry at a laceration's half-hearted mend
or dig into her womb when the wind howls for her end.
Substances don’t brush away her thoughts,
Or birth them again.
This stranger version of me-
probably so easy to understand-
not a martyr in the least.
I imagine without these callous grooves in my flesh;
I couldn't figure out how to fill the empty spaces of others
or hide myself
under the covers.
sky as grey as my dreams
it's spring but winter clings
my hands are always cold,
my arms goose pimpled
and I sit in a t-shirt
doing nothing about it,
this chill that lingers
on my skin, in my bones
don't touch me with your
I don't deserve the heat,
let me freeze over into ice
and push me under sea,
sky as grey as my dreams
it's spring but winter clings
I'll soak up the salt water
drown myself to peace
her hair falls down her back and
glistens as she flaunts passed me
she has new jeans and heels that click down the hallways announcing her
she smiles at everyone and it is so
clean and beautiful that you can't help
her skin is smooth like the girls'
in the commercials that flash on your
if i am compared to a daisy in a field
of roses then she is the earth
in which they sprout from
she is the definition of lady like
while I am the elbows on the table
at dinner time
she is the girl next door
the one you marry and have at least
2.5 children with
i am the one who has whispered
curses and disappointing stares to
she is not sugar and honey but instead
is the combination of lavender and pine
relaxing and natural
i am hours in the mirror
staring at my reflection wondering
when will it start answering back
she doesn't own a mirror for fear
that she will behave selfishly
because looking at yourself is vain
i think looking at myself
is punishment that i was so wrongly
but my paroles aren't short lived
it's a constant voice in my head
saying i'll never be like her
she is everything i am not
because i am not like her
but i want to be
the best of men,
I know he is not.
the worst of men?
not that, either
somewhere in between
a little closer to
no matter how many times
toe the line
you've met me.
you know me.
you've seen firsthand
I can be.
not in sense,
not in academics,
nor even in instinct
but in morality.
you know that
he is just
a darker shade
I know that he
everyone around him
is the collateral damage.
I don't think that you know this.
I know him
better than you do.
your world is
more black and white
I see in shades of grey
a childhood of red and
he did too.
what you see as
I know to be
I understand him
in a way that you cannot.
our hand grenades
to our palms;
it doesn't take much
to set them off.
do you know what it's like
to be a ticking time bomb?
I do, he does.
I don't excuse him.
please don't think me
I see perfectly well
when it comes to
matters of the
and the mind.
but for now,
just for now,
when I'm with him
I am living.
he makes me feel alive.
so for now
just for now
I'd like to live one last time.
What if I told you
I want to die?
That I'm tired of living,
of being alive?
What if I said
it gets worse at night?
The thoughts get louder
and everything seems wrong
What if I told you I lied
when I said I was fine?
When I said I'm fine, how are you,
I was actually crying on the inside.
What if I lied
and said everything is alright
No, I'm not crying,
I swear I'm fine.
What if I tried to take my life?
Would you send me to rehab?
Hoping the doctors would fix me,
and everything would be fine?
What if I told you hope is dumb?
That hope is a stupid thing to have
Because when I have hope,
everything falls apart.
What if I told you I lied, again, when I said I was better?
That I only said that so you wouldn't worry?
What if I said to you,
I've hated myself since the age of 9?
That I wish you could've helped,
before it was too late?
What if I succeeded in killing myself?
I doubt anyone would cry.
Would you even care,
If I took my own life?
My first thought when I wake up:
Is that I hate you.
You make me so mad
And you cause me so much pain.
You -- are my reflection.
And I'll say a prayer by my bed just for you.
Dear God, teach me how to love myself.
Is my last thought when I go to bed.
Forgive me for being so honest.
But I hate you!
And if you think I'm lying, I'm not. I really do hate you!
I don't like the way your face looks. Actually here! I will give you a full list of reasons why I hate you:
I hate that you keep secrets.
I hate that you procrastinate.
I hate the way you talk.
I hate the way you treat your parents.
I hate the way you treat your friends.
I hate that I have to be the one to tell you this.
I hate that you can never get your act together.
And you know --
That I hate you.
But you don't care! You'll just keep going won't you?!
I can't get rid of you...
Because you're my reflection...