It doesn't have to be healthy,
Only street corner poison;
Teeth marks,
Maybe something broken.
It's not about what it is,
But what it leaves.
The quiet skin beneath your sleeve,
The fire that sings me to sleep.
Ever sense I’ve met you
I’ve forgotten how to be okay
With being alone
When you’re away
My body longs for you
knowing I can’t have you
every minute of every day
Leaves me in pain
My love for you is unhealthy
I know
But please help me
I don’t know how to be alone
My love is unhealthy
arby Jul 4
dear you,

i’m in love.
yes. you were
waiting, i
bet, for this.
this time, though,
it is not
what you would
think. it’s me
this time, not
you, although
it’s still you,
but not in
the way it
used to be
you. it’s my
fault this time,
my doing,
my painful,
it’s you in
the sense that
i cannot
control you.

this time,

it’s your mind and your thoughts
the things that slip off of your tongue
the words you put, pencil to paper
the ideas that come out in your songs

it’s your eyes and your sight
the careful observation of beauty
the need to bask in warm, pure light
the stare you give me, rarely now

it’s your movements and your touch
the hugs where you grip my shoulders
the times where i’m drunk and playing with your fingers
the warmth you give off and your gorgeous smile

none of them
are mine to
have, to take
to keep, to
love, to break

i miss you
and to go
and detach
to break what
we have, that’s
the hard way
out. but i
am trying
to help me.

i feel the
same way i
did when you
said i was
wrong about
this. about
how i feel.

i try to
not panic
and quiet
sob in the
bathroom at
3:27 am

i’m hoping
myself of
you, means that
the dreams will
go away
too. but if
they stay,
i’ll give you
a quick call.
a text, to
be honest.

i love you,
with every
part of me.

keep in touch,


it is better to regret doing something instead of not doing it at all.
you dye your hair a new color,

dawn your favorite outfit,

and paint your face pretty 
with palettes of persimmon hue.

you tint your lips a pale pink,

brush your cheeks with blush, 

and line your lashes with liquid ink,

but your eyes are still dull and broken blue.

you glance in the mirror,

looking at who you are,

this body this heart this soul,

hoping to see a reflection of something new.

but nothing will change,

nothing will be different,

nothing can fix the ugly inside of you.

― you’re only as pretty as your heart is
we met when we were both unraveling.
i was speeding around in my car with music blaring not caring if one day i never went home and you pushed away the truth because you didn’t like the sound of other peoples opinions

you were a breath of fresh air, someone who cared about the crazy thoughts in my head and you called them poetic when sometimes i wish you would’ve just reminded me that it’s okay to cry, i don’t have to appear happy and strong all of the time

i was a thunderstorm of emotions and as i stood in the pouring rain i watched as my house burned down. instead of opening up and telling you i let it rip apart my insides because i didn’t want to burden you with the reality that you couldn’t fix it, you couldn’t fix me

i was a book shut tight, with an unbreakable lock keeping me closed and you were silent and didn’t like the taste of my name in your mouth until it was too late. together we were a mess, a storm of emotions, an unhealthy love affair
Faith Jun 27
my bed is swallowing me whole
my negative thoughts are
consuming my being
i feel so heavy
i understand why my bed
can no longer support me
and has decided
to eat me instead

i feel full of lead
honey Jun 25
I love and hate,
My obsession with giving myself,
I want people to have me,
But feel bad that they have to deal with me after.
honey Jun 25
I bet your tears,
Those little tears I say I don’t want you to shed,
I bet they taste like honey and sunshine and validation,
When they’re for me and nobody else.
honey Jun 25
Give everything you have,
Give it to them,
That’s what they deserve,
Not just their own happiness,
But yours as well.
Faith Jun 23
please stop flooding my head.
the overflow of water has no where to go.
leaking out my ears, mouth, nose and eyes,
I have no senses left to combat you.
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