one day he'll find a girl
and he'll see her as his everything
while you spend your time crying
because that girl has your world

a.v.

Cry not for me,
my loving ones.
I have spent
my time
on this Earth
chasing dreams
as best I could;
working,
struggling,
loving.
I have been through much,
as some may know,
that others will discover
only in retelling.
If there is a heaven,
perhaps it knows;
these old bones
are weary
and yearn for their rest.
So cry not for me,
my loving ones,
for I am surrounded
by the ones I love,
who I too will sorely miss.
Not farewell,
I hope,
but rather, till we meet again.”

You're stuck in every corner
of my mind. Even here,
in this car in the
middle of the day, you
sink into every crevice and
corner of my thoughts. What
do you want from me?
Why are you doing this
to me? Why do you
want me to suffer so
drastically at the mere thought
of you? All I want
is to be happy but
I can't because your face
haunts my brain and I
smoke cigarette after cigarette trying
to fill my head with
anything but you but
it doesn't help. Please just
leave me be. I wish
you never existed.

Every time I begin to think I am getting

over you, I am proven wrong. If I go a

day without speaking to you, I can point

out your flaws. When you're high you

talk too much. When you're drunk you

get angry. You sometimes don't show

empathy for other people's emotions.

Your hands aren't fragile. You don't like

the smell of incense. You argue with

me over things that are not important.



But when I'm with you, your excessive

talking is cute and interesting. When

you're angry, I get excited. Your lack of

emotion towards other people doesn't

bother me because at times i can

understand it. Your hands are rough

and ******* my skin and I like the

sensation. I don't light incense around

you because I much more prefer the

flicker of candle light across your face.

And when you argue with me, I can't

help but feel love. All I feel for you is

love, and I ******* hate it.

My life
It’s just so hard,
Y’know?
Of course you don’t.
Nobody can understand me.

I’m so beautiful,
If only you’d notice my eyes,
A kaleidoscope of brightest blue
Or darkest brown.
They change with my mood.
(And my contacts.)

You should see
How the light
Streams through windows
And dances on the hollow of my cheek,
Or the bridge of my cute button nose.
Look this way, *******.
It’s hard to stay
Ethereal.

My hair falls into a sheet as I
Gaze down to my toes,
Abashedly,
Blushing.
It’s your cue to pull it back,
Maybe pick me up in a
Kiss.
You should really review the script.

I’m just so broken inside.
My heart is alone, even when I’m with people.
I do drugs, so I’m
Cool and
Mysterious.
But I’m not, like, a Stoner.
It’s different.

I love you so much
But I’ve been hurt before,
I’ve gotta keep my distance.
But let’s face it,
if you asked me out,
I’d be all over you in an instant.

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It feels like everything is institutionalized

But you can’t teach common sense,



Listing skills for a job application

I can’t write down intelligent

Because your level of intelligence can only be judged by others,



What you have done

someone else may have done differently,



I can’t put down open minded because

People can’t go both ways,



Except in a ****** cause

Some people tend to go both ways,



But people can only be open minded to the things they have been though

Because in the end one

Can only make one decision,



So the only skill I really have is

Common sense.

******* internet,
Stop picking roses and asking me to ignore the thorns,
Cut off their heads,
Give me the thorns,
I don’t need to make myself smell sweet for you,
Empty head,
Brain dead,
Fill it up with faults in our stars and the perks of being a wallflower,
We all know ants can carry away common sense,
If there are enough of the *******,
But don’t peg me as a simpering idiot,
Sitting in the dark waiting for poetry to illuminate demise,
I’m not black and white, tears rolling, all alone,
Go **** your rusty razors,
I don’t need anyone to kiss my scars,
I am forty thousand thunderstorms,
I destroy what I want and I will always make you run for cover,
I will use all my energy to summon starving rain,
Just to make everything feel normal,
I have been my own casualty and I have been my own champion,
But victim isn’t in my vocabulary,
I never wrote wailings on white,
Or measured my problems in aesthetics and ‘reblogs’,
You are not ‘beautifully broken’,
Love is not masked by exquisite pain,
And I don’t believe in the charms of your never ending night,
Because the sun always rises,
And I would rather let it burn me up,
Then lurk in the shadows like you.

My mind starts ticking.
I click publish and wonder if I made a mistake.
Everyone knows who I am.
Depressed, self-loathing, suicidal?
But no one knows my face or voice, my height or my weight.
They just know I'm a sad soul like they are.
I get a message from one of my online friends
I know her in real life and she doesn't know.
That one of her classmates is wolf in sheeps clothing.
I wonder if she knew who I was, if she'd tell all her friends or be too embarrassed to share.
She has the same problems, were both the same but she has a reputation and I can't find one.

Another sun sets in the horizon,
but our day is just beginning.
We were on a road that led to nowhere.
But it didn’t matter,
because we couldn’t see the end.
And I thought to myself
that it would be alright
if we postponed all our worries for tomorrow.
Like how you went out through the window
while your parents were asleep, since we had places to be.
Along the way
you started complaining that you were hungry,
and we were running out of gas,
while the only thing I could think about
was how perfectly your hand fit in mine.

~*D.C.