Darling, I love you.
Oh yes I most definitely do.
And I know
Somewhere deep down
You love me too.
Its in the way you hold me
So tight
So close
The way you play with my hair,
Your deep sighs.
"What are you thinking about?"
I ask,
Time and time again.
Your response?
Always simply
"You."

My devices that poured themselves onto the strings to make the melodies
ache.
They said sorry to all the damage they've caused.
The spend hours turning the pages of Books upon books.
They receive kiss after kiss and break after break.
They touch lies and make sense of them
But I'm still hurting
Still aching
Still breaking

i am a little girl
alone in a little world
i said a prayer
and fell asleep.

i awoke to you.
lying sweetly
deeply
quietly
breathed in
                 and out
with a stressless sigh

My thoughts are scattered all over the place
Sad corn, bad dreams, no diploma, brown leaves..
I want to be  h a p p y  for you but I can't be today
there's just a kind of stuffiness inside of my brain
but don't cry for too long, please don't worry I'll
get back to normal, soon things won't be so blurry.

You say you pick me
but what do you mean?
Am I really the one who
makes your heart scream?
I sure as hell want to be
but I'm not sure if you
**u n d e r s t a n d .

I guess
I would
rather
lose
sleep
than
lose
you.

He asked me, once:
"Would you die for me?"

I looked up at him, a smirk forming at my lips.

I slowly ashed my cigarette,
as if I was thinking of a suitable answer,
one that proclaimed my undying affection.

As I caught his eye, I said:
"Well, frankly love, I wouldn't even **** for you."

This is where my journey begins. Where my life starts because the life I live now will define who I am. The scars in the past will never mean anything if I don't become something greater... If I don't become a fighter. If this was the end for me then I want to go in peace, content with the life I lived because it was better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all. I'm a girl who doesn't mind being alone, sometimes I crave it. I like curling up on the couch with a book, its away to be who I want and forget the world. I love having a good adventure and exploring. I have traveled the world and one day hope to do it again. Life is a beautiful thing when you make it out to be. I just hope my last breath is a sigh of relief.

collarbone pressed to the windowpane,
the green hills roll down your house,
trickle down into the water and sift
into sand, stretch out the coast

across that ocean, i am waiting,
i lift my foot off the ground and twirl,
body pointed like a weather-vane
metallic and rusting to you

when i see you our mouths will fuse
and i'll paint you concrete like the city
and your eyes will be revolving doors
that adults get stuck in to twirl