I remember the way it felt before
Swallowing the pills
Using the blade to cut my skin
**** me so I can make it end

Make the memories stop
I dont want to remember every time I kissed you
I just do

I don't want to breathe
Because I love someone else and you can't handle that
I'm not over you but I'm trying

I'm trying hard to make you see
I'm holding on just for you

I used to feel divine
I used to feel reckless
I remember that moment when
I felt
I said to myself
I could basically take over anything I wanted
now I'm just trying to organize
a messed up mind
almost hopeless
but fearless
thanks rivotril
**I hope I don't get too attached to you

His words stab me in the heart,
Rip my insides to pieces,
Leave me bleeding.
Yet, sadly,
His words somehow try to place a bandage,
Over my wounds he caused.

It was late,
We were early,
It was wrong,
But we were right,
It was dangerous,
But us--we were easy,
It felt empty,
But we felt full,
It was secret,
But we exposed ours,
It felt emotionless,
But we felt emotion,
It was something;
We were something.

Dipping our toes into darkness,
We broke but the surface,
Riding midnight waves,
Grabbing tightly at what we know,
Letting go of what we don't,
If only for but a moment,
Hidden in this place of shadow,
We collide.

e: everything you do makes my ****** mood turn okay
m: man , you sure look beautiful, like any other day.
o: only you give me butterflies, and believe me thats new
t: this truly is too good to be true but...
i: i... i think i'm in love with you.
o: obviously you've heard that before but...
n: no-one catches my blue eyes like you do.
s: surely we can be something more then friends, or at least pretend.

Entering an airplane,
For me,
Is like entering a church,
This sacred place where we sit in pews,
Eyes glued to the incredible,
Action up front,
Yet the view from the window,
As beautiful as the stained glass of the church back home,
Pulls longingly at my attention,
But unlike church,
I truly feel renewed,
When we land and I exit,
The beautiful, sacred plane.

A sea of glass eyes
plagues my waking, breathing, fault
dries my brain with salt