Hands should hold hands,
not the other person's throat.
We can do this.
I love you

The only difference is that she means nothing to me,
but he means everything to you.

I think it’s beautiful how you’re so perfect for me.

There's a girl who smiles all the time,
who  fits perfectly in my arms,
and takes away all of my sadness.
She cares for all of my wounds,
and she holds me when I cry,
and I know it sounds weird,
but I love what we have.
I love when I’m shaking and she tells me that it’s okay,
I love when I’m broken and she holds me until I’m whole
I love when her presence lightens up my entire day.
I know that I’m sad, but she can fix it any day.
She is the melody of a love song that is stuck in my head.
She is the place I go to hide when I’m lost and scared.
She is a daisy in a field that is waiting to be picked.


I’ll pick you, my wild flower,
and I’ll wear you behind my ear,
So you can whisper those three words when it’s what I need to hear.

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

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.

Right now,
in this moment,
I'm next to you,
and you're worlds away.

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

Fluorescent lights make the thoughts in my head look so jumbled on paper. I’m trying to clear my mind but it’s going faster than a bullet. There was red, and your face, and i thought that I scared you, like there was some hidden part of me that caused you to look at me differently. Then there was rage and open flesh and the tears of a mother, and that was the moment where I was at my lowest. Ever. Then there was street lights and oceans and pretending i’m fine, while knowing the outcome was far from good. Then there was green, and fear, and the shaking of my hands. If only my bandages could heal my heavy heart.

Calling me a hypocrite is very hypocritical of you.

You step onto a platform that you know only I can see,
and you speak your words saying you’re a tease,
and when I ask why you say such words, you don’t reply, as if they were unheard.
Do you not trust me, did I **** up?
I wish I wasn’t left thinking I’m dumb.
I never said those words, but someone did.
And you won’t tell me. I feel like ****.

Concerts crescendo into breakdowns and my friends could care less.
I want to spend summer with them but the feeling isn't the same.
Hallways spread lies as fake smiles are passed,
But summer shows candor as I cry alone.

The happiness of others depresses me,
because I'm so ****** up in the head,
when you put roses on my gravestone,
Just make sure the roses are dead.

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

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.

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

I'm still holding, you're still pushing,
poems drowning me in pain,
you speak your problems in soliloquy,
but shatter silence in written phrase.
You told me, wounded and through tears,
that there was nothing I could do,
though I applaud at your careless dancing,
I'm an audience when you're blue.
And you have me on my knees,
when the tattered curtain falls,
how I wish to be beside you,
when the bitter sadness calls.
And I'm broken when you've spoken,
your kind words through white teeth,
as your poems start to unravel,
all the pain that lies beneath.

I think part of problem is that I idolize my friends, so it hurts like hell when they leave me again.

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 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.

If you close your eyes and listen, you'll hear melodies ,I swear
they sing so you don't ever have to, they sing so you wont be alone
I remember that December, how the ice clung to your shoes
and when you looked at me and smiled I felt a sadness in the air.

We were not made for this.
We are not capable of heartache
but we still hear those songs
and we still somehow carry on.

You don’t write anymore.
I guess that’s okay.
but you used to write little poems that painted your love for me.
So now I sit and wonder,
Is that little part of us gone?
Should I stop writing too?
Or do I keep holding on?

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.

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

I know you can't help it,
If you could change, you would.
But I swear to god bells,
You look like a ******* angel.