"You're bad for me." He told her.

Oh no, sweetheart. You're bad for her. You are for her much worst than she is for you.

Much, much worst.

Being afraid isn't easy,
She was scared of ******* it up.
What "it" was, she wasn't sure,
But it made her smile a little more.


She couldn't explain it, not that she should,
All the knew was she'd be better off without you.
The problem was she fell too quickly and was in too deep.
Every moment of her life, she waited for you,
When you finally came around,
She was scared 'cause you were a lot to bare.
And she was terrified you'd disappear into thin air.


Maybe she's better off not talking to you,
Perhaps ignoring you is a better option,
Being afraid is taking over her,
You'd think by now she would've learned.

why is it,
that the water keeps getting colder?
why is it,
that i can't seem to hold you?
why is it,
that i keep going under?
why is it,
that i can't seem to hold you?


why is it,
that the water keeps getting colder?
why is it,
that you're fading away further?
why is it,
that i'm not getting any warmer?
why is it,
that instead of being able to hold you,
the more I'm going under?

beautiful, he calls her. but is she really?
in her purest essence, in what it means to be her, is she beautiful?
according to her, she is not.
according to the world, who knows?
but he thinks she's beautiful. and he would.not.stop. repeating it.


perhaps she's beautiful because of the hints of vanity in her face,
or the twinkle in her eyes, the brightness in  her smile,
or maybe it's the way her hair falls on her shoulder.


but that doesn't make her beautiful.
the traces in her face, only he sees
the twinkle in her eyes, he put it there,
the brightness in her smile, it's because of him
the way her hair falls is a natural mess.


she isn't really beautiful,
she doesn't possess beauty within herself,
it's him that makes her beautiful -
and it's only him that's seen this beauty in her.

I have been warned about drugs and their addiction,
I've been told that drugs are bad for you.
What I was never warned about was that
Drugs are not always the literal things but people.


They got one thing right though.
Drugs are bad for you,
He is bad for me.
I cannot venture to put it into words ;
How I lose my breath, how my knees go weak,
How I cannot think straight and lose my track of mind.


Because of him I have discovered a piece of myself
I never thought existed.
More than that,
Because of him I cannot seem to focus
On anything.
He's the reason I can't sleep nor eat,
Nor put myself back together.

i can never really get too much of you
because it's never enough.
no matter the dosage i will ALWAYS want more.
so too much is never enough
because too much is never really too much.

with you I finally knew joy.
i smiled until my cheeks hurt,
and i laughed until i can laugh no more -
it was nice while it lasted.


with you I finally knew peace,
i looked at you and and everything disappeared,
one look and everything became oh so crystal clear -
it was lovely while it lasted.


with you I finally knew love,
the kind of love that is radiant from afar,
the kind of love that you can feel though apart,
the kind of love that drives you insane,
the kind of love that jumbles up your brain,
the kind of love that gives you that adrenaline rush,
the kind of love that makes you constantly blush,
that kind of love that gives you reason to wake-up in the morning -
it was mesmerizing while it lasted.

She hugged her best friend tightly and he just stood there and watched.
"Hug her for me too." He said. "I don't wanna get in trouble."
She turns around and walks to a spot, a fair distance away from him. She stretched out her hand towards him,
"Hand hug." She says and smiled at him.
He reached out his hand and took it the way he did every time he greeted her. Only this time, he pulled her towards him.
They just stood there, in the most perfect of ways.
This wasn't a hand hug, it was better.
Much, much better.

he's begging her to let him in, to let him fix her. he loves her and it hurts him to see her hurt.

he saw the scars on her body and it pained him. he kept running his hand over them, not believe his eyes.

he leaned down kissed her scars, and in that second it took all of her being to keep her tears from falling. she froze in place, her blood gone cold, and her heart skipping beats.

why did he just do that?

You know what hurts the most?
When he makes you feel special and loved,
And it turns out you're second served;
Meaning you're not as special as you thought,
There was someone else before hand.


There's also someone after you,
And maybe someone in between.
But he lied so many times
You're not sure what to believe.


I apologize for the damage
You said I caused and for everything
That's happened before that.
But now honestly speaking,
From the bottom of my heart,
If you're happy with her
Then, I'm happy for you.


IF she can give to you
What I never could,
If she can make  you smile,
Like I should.
Then let it be, I've let go
And I'm sure,
You'll be happy to hear
I've moved on.


I hope that this finds you well,
I wish you all the best.
Hoping you'll forgive me and
That we can at least be friends.

Perhaps they were JUST supposed to be each other's anchors.
Perhaps he was JUST never meant to be hers.
Perhaps good things JUST don't happen to good people.
Perhaps he was JUST meant to trust her and be by her no matter what.
Or perhaps they're JUST meant to be in each other's lives.
Whatever was happening didn't matter,
Either way it was irrelevant because
In the JUST happening of things, one thing she was certain of;
She was meant to fall in love with him.

It occurred to me
That I've loved you
For all
The wrong reasons.


I shouldn't have loved you
For your messy hair or hazel eyes.
Nor for the goofy smile
That gets bigger
Every time you're about to laugh.


I shouldn't love you
For the way
You pushed me to the side,
Just to catch me
And play Superman.


I should have loved you
For the great liar that you are.
Because every time you look at her,
I see me in your eyes.


It's funny how;
You were trying
To convince yourself that
I shouldn't matter.


But, instead of moving forward,
You went more backwards.
You confused yourself by who
You were pretending to be.


And now, you're full of deceit,
And you regret all the lies
You fed me.

i'm hoping;
that someone will care for you in the ways i couldn't.
that someone will show you all that i couldn't.
that someone will love you like i couldn't.

You know you're well in over your head in love with him

When it's 2 am and he's all you think about.

I'm a master at ******* things up,
this is just my ultimate masterpiece.

"You're bad for me." He says.

"Okay then, I'll just leave." She replies, starting to walk away.

"No.... but, I need you." Were his following words.

I don't want to miss somebody,
who isn't missing me.
But baby if you are,
say something, please.


It feels like I'm drowning without you now,
please come back to me somehow.

I hate you...
That is what my head has finally decided but as I ponder on this decision I'm trying to find reasons to back up my reason and.....
nothing.
Not one piece of evidence.


The thing is, I have every reason to hate you.
You go out a lot and you stay out late and here I am wondering what you're doing who you're with what the hell you're up to and still.....
nothing.
Not one doubt in my heart.


Yes, I specified my heart because my mind has a mind of it's own and as I try to convince it of all the reasons that you'd never in any sort of way hurt me nor have I given you a reason to, it still doubts.

So I let it take me to all the possible scenarios where you'd do me wrong and I try to find by any possible means in which this can be true and again.....
nothing.
Not one second do I mistrust you.


Although all good things must come to an end....
I wish you to be forever.

She belongs to him,
There's darkness when she's away from him.
She belongs to him,
There's an emptiness inside when she's not with him.


She knows pain,
And this is not the same.
It isn't just simple hurt,
Or a feelings in her brain.
It's not only that without him she's lost,
It's that she's nothing without him.


She can't function without him,
His loving is all she has,
She won't last without him,
This is nothing like the past.


I don't think you understand,
She is nothing without him,
She means nothing without him.
She's guilty of hesitating to love him,
She holds herself back,
But perhaps it's all worth it in the end,
Since loving him only seems to be driving her insane.

unspoken love is the deepest type of love.

Honestly, I rather have you
not any other boy on the planet
just because you know how to put a smile on my face
when others take it away.


I don't love you as anything more that a friend,
It'd be scary and I would get lost.
It would **** what we built,
And I'd die with it.


So would you.
You'd lose your purpose,
You would have nobody.
I am all you got just as you are all I have,
That's why when I say I love you I mean it,
You helped me over come my fears
And drive away my demons.

It is a fact that
We can't live
Without oxygen.



It is also a fact
That without gravity,
We'd be floating
All over the place.



Now it seems without you,
I can't breath
And I'm slowly dying.



And you, without me, are lost,
I see you lost but most of all, confused.
Like you can't focus,
As if you're floating away.

The beauty of a person comes from within,
Their character is what truly matters not whether they're tick or thin.
You can be a sweetheart or a drama queen,
You're beautiful in whichever way you choose to be.
Having long or short hair doesn't matter, how you wear it is what describes ya.
You can think you're worthless and that you're nothing at all,
Or that you're the best and on top of the world.
All the make-up in the world won't make you less insecure,
It's how you wear yourself that people adore.
The clothes you wear have no certain prescription,
You wear what you like as long as it's an original description.
There's no definition of perfection,
We're all unique with no duplication.
Be confident, be yourself, don't fake it,
Because you can't be anybody else, they're all taken.
Don't change yourself because someone wants you to,
Love yourself, you're perfect, just dare to be you.

''I hope you feel better and get well soon." She says, her insides squeezing tight. She misses him.

"I honestly think being away from you is making me worst." He replied.

Out of all the roses I have seen
I've never seen one as beautiful as this one.
The brightest colour of them all
With a radiance that could light up
The darkest part of someone's soul.


Out of all the roses I have seen
This one stands out.
No thorns nor prickles.
It's as smooth as the sound of a loved ones voice;
Soothing, comforting, as if you've found your home.
A place where you belong.


Out of all the roses I have seen
I have never encountered one quite like this,
One that hasn't hurt me, one that I can call mine.
A rose I hold so dearly.
One that completes me.

She pursed her lips,
To try to keep herself from smiling,
But of course,
Failing miserably.


She took in a sharp breath,
Holding in,
As an attempt to try to keep
Herself together.
But she couldn't.


She looked at him from across the room
And there he was,
Leaning forward on his knees,
Staring straight at her - unflinchingly.

i feel stupid missing you; because here i am feeling as if my heart is about to fail and as if my lungs are without air and you're probably home watching Netflix or something.

i say this with tears in my eyes and a shattered heart,
i have to push you away - it's for the best.

i love you,
so i'll let you be.
and yet, i still hope that one day
the tides will bring you back to me.

i want to know you, better than anyone,
to understand you, to help you out,
to be there when you're in doubt.


i want to let you know you're not alone,
even when you feel out of place,
i'll be your home.


i want to tell you that i won't leave, i won't go away,
because i made a promise i'm gonna stay.
i know everything is new,
but trust me i'll learn to love you the way you want me to.

is it just me or is it easier when she's not there?
when she's nowhere near me - near us.
it's as if without her i can breathe, like i'm free.
she's the type of person that makes you feel like you're choking.



best friends?
i think that term is overrated. i think it's more life frenemies,
more like she commands me and i must respond,
but no more. i'm done,
the hell with her and her ******* morals.



she makes me want to push him away,
to lose him and there's no way that's happening.
but if she has a problem with it, too bad.
because sure, jealousy is a *****, but then karma is one too.