You weren't my type
I wasn't yours
but i liked you anyway.
I said "Hello"
you said "Hell No"
still i wanted to;

cry for you...
fight for you...
**** for you...
and die for you...

First we were friends
soon we were lovers.
Spent alot of time
under the covers.
You and Me, Me and you
never thought that we'd be through,
that's why i was;

crying for you...
fighting for you...
killing for you...
and dying for you...

Came home early with a wedding band.
Caught you in the back of our van.
You were fooling round with the rest of my band.

I was so much more than disturbed
I never said another word
and never more is all I herd.

With a picture of you in my left hand
and with a gun in my right,
I sit and ponder why, I;

cried for you...
fought for you...
killed for you...
and died for you...

I stare at your eyes and gather;
I close mine and wait:

the soft, yet vapid
on my lips, slightly open.
Yours cupped on my overlip.

The charged air, the sublimed space.

I close mine on yours,
and stay.
The comfort of overwhelmed.
We stay, please.

I push.

The warmth
of your every breath on
my philtrum:
you are with me, now;

I feel my bridge on yours
point it
and rest
on the vast, skin beside.
(carry me)

I run my thumb
on the smooth of your jaw,
the tender and sweet in
them lips
your delicate beauty.

Yes, dear:
I drown myself tonight
in your mouth.
We glow
in our little corner of the dark,
and starless sky.

Your brow loll on my forehead
your eyes gently unshut
looking
beyond the locked lips,
and the caressing chins,
on us.

Because.

My love,
more to tomorrow
and growing surround,
the ephemera of the night:

our lips,
inevitably,
will part.

Is it worse to break your own heart,
or keep it out of harms way?
Smoke stings my lips, these thoughts of your hips,
moving with mine...
It's the only thing keeping me from the clouds tonight.
Passion is madness, but Jack and I both know
the mad ones are more fun.
If I could give you my breath, I would.
If you let me love you, I could.
I wish I could understand, I should.
I have around 30,000 nights left on this planet,
and I want to spend every **** one of them with you.
It's cold enough in this universe without the help of
shoulders being turned.
No matter what happens, the earth will still spin.
The stars will still shine, and the sun will still burn,
but it won't be the same
to me.
I will bend to the wind and the rain and to gravity.
I will sail away, never to return.
I will sleep with the stars and the sky,
but I will always remember your sway.

Oh now......
It's time to realize.
It's time to realize that many a things sound a lot better on paper,
Rather than in real life.
You said you loved me over a text.
I said I loved you to,
But then I said it in person,
And all I got from you was a ****** expression that i havn't seen ever before,
But then those words.....
Those....
Those **** words!
Those words made me wish the things that are written down sound as good as you wish and believe they are.
But paper isn't this world.
This world is words and feelings.
Paper is just.....
Just the softer side of the world.

I was 12
when my older brother told me
that my teeth looked like
those of a rabid dog
That was the first time
I really took a look in the mirror
and felt ugly.

I was 13
when I first dragged a blade
across my skin
trying to drain the ugliness
straight from my veins.
That was the first time
that I felt in control.

I was 14
when a friend told my teacher what she saw
and I came home to my parents
sitting in the living room waiting
for me to show them.
That was the first time
that I felt betrayed.

I was 15
when I was forced to see a therapist
who stared at me with knowing eyes
waiting for me to spill
something other than my own blood.
That was the first time
that I realized how easy it is to lie.

I was 16
when I wanted to end my life
I said a few goodbyes
to some people at school
and nobody tried to stop me.
That was the first time
that I felt helpless.

I was 18
when a friend killed himself
making me realize what I didn't
have the guts to do
was the best thing I've never done.
That was the first time
I realized I wanted to live.

Now I'm 20
finally having the courage to write
what I've been waiting to for years.
No longer ashamed of my past
because it's made me who I am.
This is the first time
that I felt brave.

I don't remember, any more,
The exact shape of your hands
As I held them in mine,
Caressed them,
Memorized the length of your fingers,
The depth of your calluses.

I don't remember, any more,
Exactly your height, how much
Taller than me
You were, where
My head rested on your chest
When you held me tightly close.

I don't remember, any more,
Your scent, when we lay together
Creating our own
Magic rhythm,
Matching our heartbeats as we
Touched the sky, together.

I don't remember, any more,
The sound of your voice, calling
My name as though
It were a song
Within itself, a precious treasure
You valued with all your being.

And I don't remember, any more,
The color of your eyes, the shape
Of your lips,
Only...
How your eyes crinkled at the corners
And your laugh, as you told me,

"I love you."