You're hiding all your sins in me. All your urges and twisted thoughts and deviance. You're trying to unleash it all on me, stain me with the filthiest parts of your mind, and blow off the steam and anger you try to keep so far inside yourself. You're taking all the scary, *****, unnatural parts of yourself and forcing them all on me, so you can keep yourself clean for her. So you can be her guardian angel, her knight in shining armor. Without blackened wings, or being covered in blood and oil. Stay the **** away from me. I don't need this. I don't, I really don't. You're trying to push all your darkness off on me, all the taints of lust and violence and anger and sadism that you don't want her to see. You can't do this forever. So keep adding to your own suffering. Have your shining little princess and your throne of ****. It'll all come down someday.

You're gone and no amount of music will bring you back to me.

How could you have stopped my fall if you were the one who pushed me.

i am good at unrequited love-having
and extra long bath-taking
and forever self-pitying

I'm still thinking of you. Of wide blue eyes and the long brown hair that falls in those eyes. Of beautiful lips and strong, shy hands and a soft voice. Of the way you love to sing and the way you smiled at me. I'm thinking of your collarbones and how I love the way you dress and how I could literally sleep next to you, hand and hand, body to body forever. How I don't typically like boys, you are the fifth ever, but I want you anyways. I've wanted girls, lusted and desired, but never lusted after a guy until I caught myself staring at your lips like they were made of sugar. I want to kiss you. I want to touch you. Please help me.