Beaten and all bruised out
Clinging to the last breaths of our grief
The fogs of our cigarettes twisting between our teeth
Past lives shared within our eyes
We danced yet hoped we died
Forever living in the glory of our what if's
Bound by the  sacrifice we shared
We were sworn enemies,strangers now friends
We walked through the dregs we each paid 2 pence for
Searching through the corners of our jeans
For the years we felt complete
We sniffed at the dust of our memories
Pimples eating at our face as we dreamed of the glory of our lives
First we were 20 , 21 now 25
The years have surely gone by
But glued at the soles of our shoes
Was a promise , a lie ,a fantasy
Only we were wild enough to believe
But heavens by the times , did we choose to see
What time would do to you , to us , to me
Foolish disposables walking through the end of the world
The end of yours , of ours even mine
But as we swore at the dawn and washed away the breeze of the night
The day , the light ,the life even the time
When we had sat with our reality
Our truth
Our fault
Our nature
Heaving the sighs of Finally growing up

There was something hidden within my loneliness
A never ending feeling of settling within the edge of my glory days
I hadn't had a drink in ages
Why was I so complacent
I have broken from my prime
Why am I so concerned
I haven't had a smoke in a while
Why do I smoke
Why
Why am I alive
Why
Why
Why
Such questions without a question mark
I've burdened myself from my younger days
I'm incoherent, indecisive
Why do I care
No body cares
If I ****** at my dignity with parentheses
An overload of unbearable redundancy
My patience has strung its way through my teeth
Why am I failing year 11
Why do my peers smell like sweat
Do I smell like sweat
All these questions without question marks
Have I become a period
The end of every sentence
The after thought hidden within the tortures of teenage hood
I haven't cried in a while
Why
Why
Why .... She whispered in the hollow room she shared with her therapist

Loving you was the last thing
I felt really good at

And there we were dancing with the stars ,how we always did
Knowing in the depth of our hearts
That we will drift apart ,how we always did
But how tragically lovely it is to know , you still love me
How you always did

Skating on a bruised ego , darkened lungs , failed social life, academic failure and lack of relationship status... Overall growing up fucken *****

"I bet your mother would be proud of you "

At the touch of love most become poets , twisting the spines of fairytales and reciting the tortures of our past loves . Burning the words of caution and leading blindly into the oblivion of its touch. Feeding on its illusive state of mind , abandoning our being . At the touch of love most become painters , reminiscing each curve of their lovers breath in each stroke they lay on the canvas, painting a love only they could understand. At the touch of love most become singers , finding hidden notes in the crevices of their teeth , burning memories in each melody . At the touch of love most become martyr's , kneeling at the ponds of their lovers tears , swearing oath to the beat of their heart . At the touch of love most become sunsets , so far yet so close , burning at the scars they shared . Yearning for an eternity where dusk doesn't burn at their feet . At the touch of love most become lovers , dancing at the tune of their forever , watching as the rest sulk at a rhythm they do not know . At the touch of love at I  become stagnant , unwilling to move from this  feeling of euphoria , swelling at the thought of it ending. At the touch of love I become a question, riddling my young with doubt , and questions of my deserving. Till I had eventually let love lays it's touch on everyone but me