Three cheers for
guilt.
One for the
words
that never
come without a
stutter,
maybe "He can
never
know" or
"I'm only using
you" as he
slides off every dress
you've ever worn
and you
lie
through your
teeth.
One for,
finally,
rough hands and maybe
the thought that
Is this what a
man
feels like?
Sandpaper and strength
in all the wrong places.
And one
last
sad
solid
cheer,
that will ring no place
except in my head
where it may
or may not
echo
echo
echo,
for each night
I spend loaded
and want it to
happen again.



*the splash of your tongue against mine.

So this is how the song goes?
Take the long way,
so I can see his light's off
so it hurts a little more.
Does this help, baby?
Does this help or does it just make it hurt more?
Flip a coin,
Every second I'm falling further
underwater
But there's a part of your body
That fills up every time.
It's not hope, okay?
Don't say that,
Don't even let me think it,
cause that part of me is my heart
And I can't hope anymore
This is how the song goes, baby.
This is how the song goes, Hannah
Don't say my name like that
Don't say it like I'm the
face you see in the mirror
If he's the sun
It doesn't matter what he is,
The sun and the stars,
or the same compounds anyone else is made of,
Then just answer me one question, baby,
Tell me if it helps
Nothing ever does.


*You'll bleed
to feed
the demon
in me

Yes,
I have been drinking,
and none of that will make me forget
my legs around his waist.
were there hands on my ***?
I can't remember,
his hair's so long,
so soft,
when I pulled it and pushed him
against my body.
Oh, happy new year.
I can feel my eyes glow again
when I think about yours
No smile
No smirk
Just lips, against mine,
missing in intoxication.

Oh, the absolut lullaby.
Singing me to sleep.
You made my lip swell, honey.
I expect a goodnight kiss for that.




*"Tonight was fun and we still had our clothes on, so that's a lot on it's own."

I am a question,
not because of my punctuation,
but because of my need
to be answered.

It's practically unlawful
Your minds are all bare
The welled up and awful
That compose your stare

You see not the light
But only the dark
The wonders of sight
Are but a mere mark

On the surface of hate
Soon to be removed
Rejection innate
And you've really proved

That the glory of life
The love of the heart
Are nothing but strife
To be pinned by the dart

The dart of no mercy
Of eons of shame
You'll get your hands *****
To garner some fame

You are hardly human
An embarrassment, too
It's the free right of man
It's nothing anew

To love without boundaries
Regardless of gender
It's nothing of foundry
But a natural splendor

So go back to your shells
To hide in your frames
Reject all the bells
And never be tamed

We'll go on without you
Overflowing with love
No one there around to
Pacify your dove

The dove that never flies
And feeds on our pain
His mind soon to die
And we, soon to claim

The crumbling earth
And patch it all up
You're into the hearth
And we've got your cup

Dump all the contents
Into the fire
Now peaceful moments
Can truly suspire

I'm hitting my head against a tree
Because nothing is how I wish it would be
I'm cold 'cuz it's winter
Hope I don't get a splinter
You can find me here next spring

The reason I don't wear makeup
Is that I don't want there to be
Anything on my face
That distracts you from Me.
And no, I don't look pretty
Buried beneath the layer
Of foundation and gloss.
Because then, I'm barely there.
Only when unadulterated, untouched,
Does my skin look perfect,
Adorned with the best rouge there is-
Which is, my Self.