I love your smile
all quiet, and cute
but flirty, [****?]

I'm not good with words, I guess
but you know, you make me smile
and that's just one reason that

I love you
and all of your fragile pieces

I’m scared
I don’t write to get attention
Ive written my way into peoples lives
And some nights I still look for a way
To write myself out

But this
This outlet
Empowers me more than I thought
Cheesy lines aside

Thank you to everyone
Who hurt me
Who broke me
Who left me

Cause I wouldn’t know what that top is
Without know what it was like at the bottom

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It's
the little
things. The smiles,
the hugs, the love.

1 thing I can't live without is your embrace.
Too far apart; and yet we're closer than anyone I've met.
3 words can't really express my feelings well,
forget what people say, I'm happy with you...

I love you,
I miss you.
I'll be home soon.
I promise.

I wonder if I think of you
Or if I think about everyone else....

Or maybe this isn't love it's just something else?

***** this, I don't love just you but I'll stay with you
because maybe you'll love me back if I can't attack you first.


sigh
Just any other day without you

Tomorrow is today
But my mind is still stuck
On yesterday

Back when I was 12
Before I knew about depression
Before I found the secrets
My mother was hiding in the bedroom

Back when I as 15
Before I hid a knife
Before I took some pills
Before I tied that rope

Back when I was 18
Before college
Before leaving
Before tomorrow

I live this nightmare
so I can be something.

But what is it?
What do I slog through
hours of pain for?



Maybe I do it for the few minutes I get to spend with you

I still can't sleep

I keep stacking my ex's

I keep missing cutting

I keep being lonely

I swear if this is all my lifes' gonna be

I'll end this shitfest right now.

There's 52 weeks in a year
that means 104 weeks go into two years
and then 156 in three
and 208 in four
and 260 in five
and 312 in six...

I wrote something for you that's six years long.

I hope to god you can read it

VOICES
Hey!
VOICES
Could everyone please keep it down?
VOICES
Does anyone want to listen?
VOICES
Do you have a minute?
VOICES
Never mind. It's nothing.
VOICES
MAKE
IT
STO-
Silence.

How many emotions do we have?
cause I seem to have 5.

I love you
I hate you
I hate myself
I want to end it all
I need you

I can't decide which is me
so maybe you should just take a gamble for me<?
....
But gambling on 5 sided dice isn't something I recommend for you darling, because there's a 3/5 chance that I'll hurt you and I don't like those odds

Wow.
Six years sure sprints by.
But we know that now.
We were stupid.
Well. I was stupid, you were foolish
to trust in my heart
when you know I think with my mind.
Oops.

What happens to us
when we forget why we've
become who we are?

I wish I could make up my mind about why I'm here.
Hell, why anyone is here.

Some days;
i'll find myself
wishing
waiting
and finding myself feeling the same as normal.
Just odd.

I wrote myself into a corner.
1,000,000 dreams I just can't place,
and you know you're not all of them
but maybe you're half of them?

Because when I close my eyes and think of you,
I can't ever sleep because if I think about you
then I love you, you consume me
and I need you.

I found myself in a corner again.
I found two souls I pair with, for now.
I warned both of them, and neither shied away.
and they both want to call me theirs.

And what's a wirter to do, when they
keep writing themselves into
a corner?

Ｓｏｍｅｔｉｍｅｓ Ｉ ｄｏｎ＇ｔ ｗａｎｔ
ｔｏ ｔｅｌｌ ｙｏｕ ｗｈａｔ Ｉ ｆｅｅｌ

Ｉｍ ｎｏｔ ａ ｈａｐｐｙ ｐｅｒｓｏｎ
Ｉｍ ｎｏｔ ａ ｇｏｏｄ ｐｅｒｓｏｎ

Ｂｕｔ Ｉ ｆｏｕｎｄ ｓｏｍｅｏｎｅ
ｔｈａｔ Ｉ ｍａｋｅ ｈａｐｐｙ
Ｉ ｆｏｕｎｄ ｓｏｍｅｏｎｅ
ｗｈｏ ｓｅｅｓ ｔｈｅ ｇｏｏｄ
ａｎｄ ｔｈｅ ｂａｄ ｉｎ ｍｅ
ａｎｄ ｓｔｉｌｌ ｌｏｖｅｓ ｍｅ

Ｉ ｊｕｓｔ ｗａｎｔｅｄ ｙｏｕ
ｔｏ ｋｎｏｗ ｔｈａｔ ｔｈａｔ＇ｓ
ｗｈｙ Ｉ ｌｅｆｔ ｙｏｕ
ｂｅｃａｕｓｅ Ｉ ｃｏｕｌｄｎ＇ｔ ｄｅａｌ
ｗｉｔｈ ｔｈｅ ｗｅｉｇｈｔ
ｏｆ ｔｈａｔ ｒｅｌａｔｉｏｎｓｈｉｐ ｗｉｔｈ ｙｏｕ
ｔｈｅ ｐｒｅｓｓｕｒｅ
ｗａｓ ｔｏｏ ｍｕｃｈ
ａｎｄ Ｉ ｊｕｓｔ ｃｏｕｌｄｎ＇ｔ ｓｅｅ
ｍｙｓｅｌｆ ｌｉｖｉｎｇ ｗｉｔｈ ｙｏｕ．
Ｉ＇ｄ ｌｏｖｅ ｔｏ ｓａｙ Ｉ＇ｍ ｓｏｒｒｙ
ｂｕｔ ｔｒｕｔｈ ｂｅ ｔｏｌｄ．．．

ℐ

this is important
I really miss you
-me

I’ll be there for you,

Even while I’m breaking down;
I’ll be there, for you

God could rain wrath upon your home yet
I’ll be there for, you.

Miles can split us apart but know that
I’ll be there, for you.

And I know, that no matter what happens
You’ll be there for me too.
Always.

When the wind blows, the willow bends, and that is life.
When the fire burns, the willow chars, and that is death.
When the rain falls, the willow heals, and that is life.
When lightning strikes, the willow sacrifices, and that is death.

When I think about you... Nothing makes sense.

The wind calms; the willow still bends.
The fire ends; the willow still whole
The rain passes; the willow still dry
The lightning halts; the willow still shakes

See, my world makes more sense without you
but it's so much better with you.

But is it enough?

I sit by my piano, the sorrowful notes climb through the air, as my wishes gently fall to sleep.
Through the mirror I see scars of memories past, and though I can’t quite feel them, I know they are real.
Now I see you, laying there, cold and gone, warm and lifeless, strong and thin, weak and dead.
Could I just have one more day with you by my side? To make you see why you shouldn’t leave, cause girl without you, I can’t see the good in me, and I just want to be where you are...

Just the other day,  I saw you in a dream world,
You said that you missed me, and all I could do was cry,
Because I know you aren’t coming back, not until I leave,
So I’ll sit and wonder what I should do, ‘til I fall in love with Ana too.

So please don’t go, I’m begging you to stay, just hold my hand and we’ll break free together.

Sometimes I wish that he'd just listen to me, you know? Like, all I'm trying to do is just tell him what he should feel.. Or rather, how I feel.

I wanted to talk to him, ask him about all the darkest pain she felt whenever he held her hand, touched her mind. She wouldn't let me SPEAK to anyone.

But I needed to speak. And October listened.

I'm not sorry she did.

Please.
Never take her away from me,
my heart couldn't take losing her
after holding her close once more.

I know it's a lot to ask,
and it's so selfish of me,
but if something happened to her now...
I don't know what I'd be able to do.

She knows I've flirted with death before,
she understands the call of the void
we've both slid down that thorny *****
emerging with cuts and bruises...
She knows that I'm better now.

I ask for nothing but time with her.
I want the time to memorize her face,
I want time to hold her
even when she doesn't want to hold herself.
I want time to tell her that no matter what happens,
That I love her
That I spend every day thinking about her

And that those things won't change.
Hold her when I'm far away,
comfort her when I'm held up,
keep her safe from all the things I can't,
and most of all...

Please.
Don't take her away.

I found it.

My feeling for you.

For the silent calm of the snowstorm.

For the explosive silence of the thickets.

"Only know you love her when you let her go"

How about, "once your friend dates someone you thought you didn't like anymore and suddenly get really ******* jealous, even while you kiss your lover, maybe, just maybe you still like her."

It just doesn't have the same ring to it...

Five hours since I got my sweatshirt back from you,
when I got a note, covered with the dripping tears of
a cutter.

I saw you.
You terrified me.
I saw your nervous glance toward me.
I could feel the malice in your eyes.
So I clenched my fist, just waiting for you to start something.
I was worried.
I left you.

Quit being such a **** child.
I thought you were different.






I was wrong.

I told you once that when you smiled the world stopped spinning
But what I should’ve said was that when you smile, my world keeps spinning.

Sunrises are beautiful, yes, but have you ever stared into your lovers eyes after she says I love you?
Sunsets have so many wonderful colors, but so does her face when you say she’s beautiful...
The moon may fill the night sky with a bright glow, but nothing compares to watching you enter a room, Love.

Stars twinkle in the night sky but all I can think about is that spark behind your eyes...

I know it’s cheesy, but the only reason I compare you to things so very far away is because you are.

When I leave you
you'll miss me
I'll miss you
but I'll move on

When I leave you
your heart will hurt
your chest will be in pain
but i'll move on

When I leave  you
you'll have memories to
watch like reruns of
joy, but I'll move on


When you leave me, I'll be you.

I’m so close to freedom
And yet I’m smothering in
My own skin

College is days away
And I can’t leave soon enough

I can see a world tainted by my blood
crimson or black depending on
where you stand
or how you see it

Ripping open old wounds hurts more
brings back memories
makes me awake
makes me bleed

its funny how blood can be running from your arm in a fountain of pain and yet people won't say a word because they don't know what to say
its funny that even though my arm hurts, i keeping picking at it to remind myself what it felt like 2 seconds ago

why do people seem to think
because they do Seem to think

because my arms bleed
i want attention
because my arms bleed
i don't want to share
because my arms bleed
i can't be happy
...

Nothing really hurts anymore.
Except for my crimson tears.

I'm restless.
There's only 25 days until I see you again.
That's 600 hours I'll spend thinking about you,
and ~250 hours you'll be in my dreams
but it'll still feel like an eternity.

I found it hard to eat today,
I'm not sure why, time just...
Slipped away;
like it does when I'm in your arms.

16
little
lines.

8 that bled
8 that disappointed

Cutting is bad. Self-harm is pain. Bottling is pointless.
Cutting is pain. Self-harm is pointless. Bottling is effective.
Cutting is pointless. Self-harm is effective. Bottling isn't' working.
Cutting is effective. Self-harm isn't working. Bottling was fuel.
Cutting isn't working. Self-harm was fuel.
Cutting was fuel. Self-harm is empty.
Suicide is.

Where am I?
How many lines until the end?

Why is it that people commit suicide?
Is it because they can't see all the good around them?
Or because they can't see the good in themselves?

There are nights
when we can't see
any reason to keep
waking up
to this hell
to this pain
to this hurt
to this nightmare
to this lie
to this life

because the more you sleep
the more you dream
and dreams are a fragile shelter
but it's the only one we have

I should be dead by now.
I should be laying in a 6ft hole, rotting

But I'm not.

I'm not because there's something I need to do.

I don't have the slightest clue as to what.


BUT


I'm willing to risk
EVERYTHING
to find what that is

Waiting *****
...
...
...
...
Especially when
...
...
...
....
you know
...
...
...
...
exactly what you're
...
...
A̷̲̲̲̿̅n̷̲̲̲̿̅d̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅t̷̲̲̲̿̅h̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅n̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅s̷̲̲̲̿̅o̷̲̲̲̿̅m̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅o̷̲̲̲̿̅n̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅c̷̲̲̲̿̅o̷̲̲̲̿̅m̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅s̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅i̷̲̲̲̿̅n̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅a̷̲̲̲̿̅n̷̲̲̲̿̅d̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅t̷̲̲̲̿̅h̷̲̲̲̿̅r̷̲̲̲̿̅o̷̲̲̲̿̅w̷̲̲̲̿̅s̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅y̷̲̲̲̿̅o̷̲̲̲̿̅u̷̲̲̲̿̅r̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅w̷̲̲̲̿̅o̷̲̲̲̿̅r̷̲̲̲̿̅l̷̲̲̲̿̅d̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅u̷̲̲̲̿̅p̷̲̲̲̿̅s̷̲̲̲̿̅i̷̲̲̲̿̅d̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅d̷̲̲̲̿̅o̷̲̲̲̿̅w̷̲̲̲̿̅n̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅b̷̲̲̲̿̅u̷̲̲̲̿̅t̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅r̷̲̲̲̿̅i̷̲̲̲̿̅g̷̲̲̲̿̅h̷̲̲̲̿̅t̷̲̲̲̿̅-̷̲̲̲̿̅s̷̲̲̲̿̅i̷̲̲̲̿̅d̲̲­̷̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅u̷̲̲̲̿̅p̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅b̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅c̷̲̲̲̿̅a̷̲̲̲̿̅u̷̲̲̲̿̅s̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅t̷̲̲̲̿̅h̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅y̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅c̷̲̲̲̿̅o̷̲̲̲̿̅m̷̲̲̲̿̅p̷̲̲̲̿̅l̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅t̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅y̷̲̲̲̿̅o̷̲̲̲̿̅u̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅l̷̲̲̲̿̅i̷̲̲̲̿̅k̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅s̷̲̲̲̿̅h̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅u̷̲̲̲̿̅s̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅d̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅t̷̲̲̲̿̅o̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅a̷̲̲̲̿̅n̷̲̲̲̿̅d̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅s̷̲̲̲̿̅h̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅'̷̲̲̲̿̅s̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅v̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅n̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅m̷̲̲̲̿̅o̷̲̲̲̿̅r̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅b̷̲̲̲̿̅r̷̲̲̲̿̅o̷̲̲̲̿̅k̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅n̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅t̷̲̲̲̿̅h̷̲̲̲̿̅a̷̲̲̲̿̅n̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅y̷̲̲̲̿̅o̷̲̲̲̿̅u̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅a̷̲̲̲̿̅r̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅b̷̲̲̲̿̅u̷̲̲̲̿̅t̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅y̷̲̲̲̿̅o̷̲̲̲̿̅u̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅s̷̲̲̲̿̅a̷̲̲̲̿̅i̷̲̲̲̿̅d̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅I̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅l̷̲̲̲̿̅o̷̲̲̲̿̅v̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅y̷̲̲̲̿̅o̷̲̲̲̿̅u̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅t̷̲̲̲̿̅h̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅f̷̲̲̲̿̅i̷̲̲̲̿̅r̷̲̲̲̿̅s̷̲̲̲̿̅t̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅f̷̲̲̲̿̅u̷̲̲̲̿̅c̷̲̲̲̿̅k̷̲̲̲̿̅i̷̲̲̲̿̅n̷̲̲̲̿̅g̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅d̷̲̲̲̿̅a̷̲̲̲̿̅y̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅y̷̲̲̲̿̅o̷̲̲̲̿̅u̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅a̷̲̲̲̿̅s̷̲̲̲̿̅k̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅d̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅h̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅r̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅t̷̲̲̲̿̅o̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅b̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅y̷̲̲̲̿̅o̷̲̲̲̿̅u̷̲̲̲̿̅r̷̲̲̲̿̅s̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅f̷̲̲̲̿̅o̷̲̲̲̿̅r̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅t̷̲̲̲̿̅h̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅f̷̲̲̲̿̅o̷̲̲̲̿̅r̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅s̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅a̷̲̲̲̿̅b̲̲­̷̲̿̅l̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅f̷̲̲̲̿̅u̷̲̲̲̿̅t̷̲̲̲̿̅u̷̲̲̲̿̅r̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅a̷̲̲̲̿̅n̷̲̲̲̿̅d̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅s̷̲̲̲̿̅h̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅s̷̲̲̲̿̅u̷̲̲̲̿̅d̷̲̲̲̿̅d̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅n̷̲̲̲̿̅l̷̲̲̲̿̅y̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅b̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅c̷̲̲̲̿̅o̷̲̲̲̿̅m̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅s̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅y̷̲̲̲̿̅o̷̲̲̲̿̅u̷̲̲̲̿̅r̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅n̷̲̲̲̿̅t̷̲̲̲̿̅i̷̲̲̲̿̅r̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅w̷̲̲̲̿̅o̷̲̲̲̿̅r̷̲̲̲̿̅l̷̲̲̲̿̅d̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅b̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅c̷̲̲̲̿̅a̷̲̲̲̿̅u̷̲̲̲̿̅s̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅y̷̲̲̲̿̅o̷̲̲̲̿̅u̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅c̷̲̲̲̿̅a̷̲̲̲̿̅n̷̲̲̲̿̅'̷̲̲̲̿̅t̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅l̷̲̲̲̿̅i̷̲̲̲̿̅v̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅w̷̲̲̲̿̅i̷̲̲̲̿̅t̷̲̲̲̿̅h̷̲̲̲̿̅o̷̲̲̲̿̅u̷̲̲̲̿̅t̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅h̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅r̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅a̷̲̲̲̿̅n̷̲̲̲̿̅d̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅y̷̲̲̲̿̅o̷̲̲̲̿̅u̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅w̷̲̲̲̿̅a̷̲̲̲̿̅n̷̲̲̲̿̅t̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅t̷̲̲̲̿̅o̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅t̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅l̷̲̲̲̿̅l̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅v̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅r̷̲̲̲̿̅y̷̲̲̲̿̅o̷̲̲̲̿̅n̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅a̷̲̲̲̿̅b̷̲̲̲̿̅o̷̲̲̲̿̅u̷̲̲̲̿̅t̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅h̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅r̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅b̷̲̲̲̿̅u̷̲̲̲̿̅t̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅y̷̲̲̲̿̅o̷̲̲̲̿̅u̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅a̷̲̲̲̿̅l̷̲̲̲̿̅r̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅a̷̲̲̲̿̅d̷̲̲̲̿̅y̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅k̷̲̲̲̿̅n̷̲̲̲̿̅o̷̲̲̲̿̅w̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅t̷̲̲̲̿̅h̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅s̷̲̲̲̿̅h̷̲̲̲̿̅i̷̲̲̲̿̅t̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅t̷̲̲̲̿̅h̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅y̷̲̲̲̿̅'̷̲̲̲̿̅l̷̲̲̲̿̅l̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅s̷̲̲̲̿̅a̷̲̲̲̿̅y̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅b̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅c̷̲̲̲̿̅a̷̲̲̲̿̅u̷̲̲̲̿̅s̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅y̷̲̲̲̿̅o̷̲̲̲̿̅u̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅k̷̲̲̲̿̅n̷̲̲̲̿̅o̷̲̲̲̿̅w̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅t̷̲̲̲̿̅h̷̲̲̲̿̅a̷̲̲̲̿̅t̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅y̷̲̲̲̿̅o̷̲̲̲̿̅u̷̲̲̲̿̅r̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅o̷̲̲̲̿̅l̷̲̲̲̿̅d̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅r̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅t̷̲̲̲̿̅h̷̲̲̲̿̅a̷̲̲̲̿̅n̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅h̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅r̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅b̷̲̲̲̿̅u̷̲̲̲̿̅t̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅y̷̲̲̲̿̅o̷̲̲̲̿̅u̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅d̷̲̲̲̿̅o̷̲̲̲̿̅n̷̲̲̲̿̅'̷̲̲̲̿̅t̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅c̷̲̲̲̿̅a̷̲̲̲̿̅r̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅a̷̲̲̲̿̅n̷̲̲̲̿̅d̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅m̷̲̲̲̿̅a̷̲̲̲̿̅y̷̲̲̲̿̅b̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅s̷̲̲̲̿̅h̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅c̷̲̲̲̿̅o̷̲̲̲̿̅u̷̲̲̲̿̅l̷̲̲̲̿̅d̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅b̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅T̷̲̲̲̿̅H̷̲̲̲̿̅E̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅o̷̲̲̲̿̅n̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅b̷̲̲̲̿̅u̷̲̲̲̿̅t̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅w̷̲̲̲̿̅h̷̲̲̲̿̅a̷̲̲̲̿̅t̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅d̷̲̲̲̿̅o̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅y̷̲̲̲̿̅o̷̲̲̲̿̅u̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅k̷̲̲̲̿̅n̷̲̲̲̿̅o̷̲̲̲̿̅w̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅y̷̲̲̲̿̅o̷̲̲̲̿̅u̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅b̷̲̲̲̿̅a̷̲̲̲̿̅r̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅l̷̲̲̲̿̅y̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅v̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅n̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅k̷̲̲̲̿̅n̷̲̲̲̿̅o̷̲̲̲̿̅w̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅h̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅r̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅b̷̲̲̲̿̅u̷̲̲̲̿̅t̷̲̲̲̿̅ 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̷̲̲̲̿̅j̷̲̲̲̿̅u̷̲̲̲̿̅s̷̲̲̲̿̅t̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅s̷̲̲̲̿̅a̷̲̲̲̿̅y̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅x̷̲̲̲̿̅a̷̲̲̲̿̅c̷̲̲̲̿̅t̷̲̲̲̿̅l̷̲̲̲̿̅y̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅w̷̲̲̲̿̅h̷̲̲̲̿̅a̷̲̲̲̿̅t̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅y̷̲̲̲̿̅o̷̲̲̲̿̅u̷̲̲̲̿̅'̷̲̲̲̿̅r̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅
Expecting

My entire life deserves a warning label

A big ******* caution sign

saying to turn the other way.

I remember a friend I lost
because I tried stretching myself thin to make them happy.
because I saw their love(lust?) for me. [I didn't realize]
because I thought I could FIX them.

I remember my first girl
smart
great body
the best ******* shower-buddy

Jealousy made everything hazy
and the last year I spent ******* around with people
only to find that I was still hollow

So if you want to know why I'm so ****** up
Re-read this a few times
cause maybe you'll find something that I missed

I'm finished with this
I know you're hurting
I know I can't leave you alone
But I know how to leave.

MY ARM BLEEDS FOR SOMEONE ELSE

Sometime I hope we'll be able to do this again
write back and forth with
all the things we feel
and all the things we want to say

I HAVEN'T CUT FOR YOU. EVER.

I found someone else
I'm happy.
You haven't
I can't afford the pity.

I WISH I COULD JUST WAKE UP FROM MY OWN NIGHTMARE

You keep telling me
indirectly
passive-aggressively
that I need to change

WELL I CAN

So I'm starting with you.
I changed how I feel to protect you told you I did.
I'm sorry
But I have too much weighing me down
without the pressure
that only a snowstorm can provide.

Let yourself embrace the fact you will die one day.

There are only two options.

You become nothing,
or you become more than everything.

Afterlife is possible,
but so is emptyness.

So why choose the gloom and drabness
of empty space?








Unless...
Unless you can fill that empty space with ideas, thoughts, impossibly wonderful things. Then shouldn't you pick something where you are who you remember yourself to be?

I forgot something though.
If our memories define us,
and our thoughts make us..

Are we the ones who can destroy ourselves?

The funny thing about fire

it that it either

kills itself keeping you warm
or consumes you.

Isn't it beautiful?
                                                                              It is... Absolutely wonderful.
What ones are your favorites?
                                The bright loud ones. They always have something to say.
I wish I could be up there among the colors, and the beauty.
                                                                                                I'm already there.
Without me?
                                                                                                  Because of you.

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-

**** yeah babe I'm a firework
'bout to burst through the sky in a brilliant
flash of emotion bringing happiness to the couple
sprinting through the streets


-FLASH-

Burnt out.
Expended.
Used.

-Light me up?
Light me up!
-LIGHT ME UP TOO!

snick
snick
*TZZZZZ

WOOOOOOOO

(did you like that one?)
the iron makes it all turn
this red-ish orange color,
kinda like the blood running
down our arms as we're running
down the streets
as our fireworks
work their magic above us

I found something in you that's intoxicating
And I haven't even heard your voice.

It's infuriating,
knowing that we're not dating
or even really friends
but you're on my mind

My phone buzzes and I'll break into a stupid grin
hoping that it's you
and hoping that
You'll break into that same, beautiful grin when you see its me.

I wonder how often you think of me.
I...
I've been looking for a sign, and my dumb heart
found it in you.

I'm terrified
that we'll meet
and you'll hate me
or worse
I'll fall even harder for you.

I'm glad you're happy.
I hope you do well without me.
I don't miss you.

I never spend a night thinking about how I hurt you beyond measure, and I honestly don't always hate myself when I think about the man I've become.

All fragile lies.

My life is a quest.

At least..

It was.

Until I found you again.

We sat together,
"holding back" tears,
and we sang.

Flirting, I tied the knot
7 rings

You told me forever
Well I’ll have forever to wait I guess

Hanging there all I could see was the pain I’d make you go through

Kinda like ripping out a heart
Or just smothering in lies

Suffocating I found
I couldn’t hurt you again.

2019 started out right.
I talked with you.