I feel like you like me less every day, as I like you more.

I'm not sad, I'm just a little less alive

You speak impetuously
Daggers form on your tongue
They cut me open and leave me shaking.

I have my thoughts
You give them truth
I can taste your feelings in your kiss

I miss your words.
They would make me feel loved.
I liked being the thought,
that you put into art.

She has coffee eyes
And the summer night sky
Is blessed when she looks upon it
And the stars in space
Mirror the freckles on her face
As I sing her a song or a sonnet
Her words dance
And they put me in a trance
While she makes me smile forever
She rests in my arms
And I keep her safe from harm
As I hold the universe together.

I feel like the itching beneath your skin.
I'm hated by you.
You're annoyed by me,
But you can't seem to get rid of me.

"I just act like this"

Quite?
Upset?
Distant?

you don't act like this normally.
certainly not around other people.
So don't lie when I ask whats wrong.
tear me in half.

She held my hand tight as she danced with me in the rain,
And I realized that I never wanted to let go.
She smiled at me lovingly as she made my heart burst,
And I listened to the rain sing bella.

I close my eyes
and rest my head
and hide inside your touch

And all my pains
and stupid fears
get lost inside your love

I hold your hand
and see your smile
and everything is okay

From stupid jokes
to loving hugs
my sadness is miles away.

If I could,
I’d stay up forever
Just to make you smile.

I said,
"There's more heart within this basement than within these hollow politicians,
whether it be a lot or a little, I know my songs can still make a difference,
we have the microphones and speakers, and there's distortion on our guitars,
My songs will make a difference. My songs will heal your scars."

And I've never heard truth ring so loud in my life,
these words pierced ears like the point of a knife.
I've been so lost in my rhetoric, so hesitant in my will,
now, my band is my weapon and my ammo is my skill.

The truth is that deep down I knew I didn’t deserve to see you.
I didn’t deserve a resolution.

It’s all i want.



But i’m not worth what i want.

I’ll get my *** kicked by someone better than me just to keep you from having to deal with creeps.

Even when i'm harmless,
you treat me like a gun.

I have pictured our apartment far too many times to ever say "we're done".

I have to pry to get you to even remotely enter a conversation.
You don't answer my questions.
They're not rhetorical.
I do it to connect.
It feels as if you have given up.
And the worst part is you not telling me.
I'm lost, and you're quiet.
I'm hurt, and it's fine.
I'm drowning, and it's sunny.
I'm depressed, but were fine.

Calling me a hypocrite is very hypocritical of you.

Funny how he is the one you tell me not to worry about...

I don't sever ties, I just loosen the ropes
It's a small price to pay for never giving up hope
I don't burn brides, I just close them off
because maybe one day I'll miss you too much

I hate watching myself slowly **** up all of the good things I have in life and not being able to stop it.

I walked with heavy feet towards a river that runs deep
And I put stones in my pockets to keep me weighted on the floor.
I felt the red creep in and settle into every bone within my frame,
And I felt death's grip get colder as I approached the haunted shore.
I put one foot into the river and felt the water running cold,
And I clenched both my fists tightly as I prepared for my next step.
I thought about my lungs, how they will desperately gasp for air,
And then I took a deep breath in and I let the water take my life.

And it was cold,
And it was dark,
And It was heavy on my chest,
And I was scared,
And I was wrong,
And I was too late to live on.

I felt the fire in my lungs, the burning embers of my mistake,
And I knew that within in moments, I would have to cave in.
I shut my eyes and said a prayer, words to a god I never knew,
And at last I opened my mouth, gasped for air, and sealed my fate
I tasted the salty pallet of death as the river filled my lungs
And I felt a pain like no other as I lived my final moments
I wondered what I would be remembered for, if for anything at all,
And then I felt your hand grasp me, and pull me to the shore.

And it was life,
And it was beautiful,
And it was you who pulled me up
And I was safe
And I was breathing
And I was wrong to have jumped in.

And there will be days where this river will taunt me in my sleep.
When deaths lips will persuade me into a "beautiful" mistake.
And I will fight, and I will live, And I will never let it go.
I have emptied both my pockets, I have learned to stay afloat.
And I am troubled, And I am fabled, And I am easily convinced,
But I get a certain confidence when I see you on my side.

YOU ARE HERE BECAUSE YOU ARE STRONG

I hate feeling lonely.

Go ahead.

Write a poem about it.

We both know I was wrong.

Christmas has never felt so ******* lonely

Her strength is in her patience and she shows it in a smile, while she sits across from me in my room while i’m sobbing.
She holds me trying to calm me as she tells me how it’s okay.

She dances on the line of me breaking and me broken.