Reverse psychology.
You are a word weaver, use this power to bind people to what they say.
Tighten the ropes every so often so that they know there is no escape.

2. Knead and mould your patients like playdoh, mixing the colours together to create a condensed grey mass of matter.

3. Make your patients believe that they are crazy.
The more issues they have, the more you get paid.

4. Shove biased thoughts and opinions into their ears as if PUTTING IN EAR PLUGS MAKES THEM HEAR BETTER.

5. Smile and nod when they pour themselves out to you like you actually give a ****.

6. Scold them for not telling you their deepest thoughts.
Then, make them your personal mine and take as much gold as you desire.

7. Prescribe pills. All of them.
Your patients will become more beautiful with necklaces made of these colourful beads.

8. Most importantly, make sure none of your patients know each other.
The world need not know that the milk man has schizophrenia and the librarian is bipolar, because everything looks more beautiful when it's glazed and then fired in a kiln.

Don't look into my soul;
I didn't give you permission to.

I keep a cracked mirror in my room.
My mother asks why,
Yet I'm too scared to tell her that it's because I want to see what's on the inside of me.

You were a crack in the sidewalk
That I meant to step over,
But I ended up stumbling and falling
Into you.
Stumbling and falling,
Like how Alice tumbled down the rabbit hole.
You appeared to be much deeper
Than I ever imagined possible.
And for a crack (more like a canyon) in the sidewalk,
You had impressive lighting and decor.
I think I'll make myself at home.
I learned that
Things aren't always how they seem,
Along with the wisdom that
You don't get bad luck
For stepping on cracks.
Although,
You may find yourself lost in another world.
I just thought you were a crack in the side walk,
But you were (you are) so much more.

*I hope I'm not just one to you.

When I was little,
I always wondered if people wore nightcaps to sleep to capture their dreams.

I told him that the holes in his ears were individual universes that I'd love to explore,
So he plugged them up.

I curled up under the Columbine sheets,
He planted kiss after kiss on my rosy cheeks.
His eyes told me words that could never be said,
And with that, he climbed into our lovely king bed.

I'm more than depressed and time is slipping through my fingers like sand

I wanna write but everything is so dull and meaningless right now.

I anxiously await the day where m(i)ne (become)s yours and (you)rs (become)s mine.

"I am not as sincere or nice as I seem so yeah don't get on the wrong train because of me."

I want you told hold me in your arms that you wished were half of you the arms you used to pick up rocks in the field the arms that held crying girls that arms that were meant for me but now they don't fit like they should and I wish my heart was as big as your ******* head I wish you knew how I felt and trusted me why don't you trust me I am growing up and make mistakes just because I'm shorter than you doesn't mean you can look down on me there is a world inside of my head that you cannot see from your point of view and I'm losing my voice from yelling at the top of my lungs why did you do this to me.

Ah yes.
Sobbing while brushing my teeth.
I never thought the day would come where I'd taste mint and salt together,
But here it is.

Snort me; I want to be your *******.
Absorbed into your blood stream,
Riding along the coursing rivers under your skin.
Making you lack hunger lack rationality lack everything because all you can think about is me the buzz me the buzz me the buzz me
Everything vibrating
s h a k i n g
A white film still coats your nose as you rush around,
Energized,
Trying to do everything at once.
One, two, three more lines.
Weeks fly by and you're hooked onto me.

4:20 am
Can't sleep.
I remember how we discussed getting high on that bumpy car ride home with the windows rolled down and the AC cranked up to the max.
4:30 am
Can't sleep.
"Mom, I've been up all night."
Too embarrassed to admit that I was talking to Beloved, I throw my head back and wash away a neon pink pill with a gulp of water.
4:35 am
Can't sleep.
My tense body is screaming for you to be here to relieve the aching of my muscles that are far too overworked and far too exhausted.
Even despite the fact that I spend my days wasting away in a relationship with a bed that doesn't even know my favourite colour.
4:40 am
Can't sleep.
Restless because I miss him.
Restless because I have him.
Realizing that my inability to sleep spawns from the lack of motivation to exist the way I'm supposed to.

The vastitude between you and I is impossibly large and oh my how my heart aches.

Dreaming keeps you from seeing what's right there in front of you.

You're not her(e).

he reads the goosebumps on my skin like an old blind man reads braille.

She thought nobody loved her when she was surrounded by those who did.
But the empty feeling inside persisted.
She was commiserated
By those
Who cared
But somehow managed to evade the love
She took a path that helped her circumvent all of the wrong things
And ended up sprinting off of the edge of a cliff.

Daddy often tells me to keep my back straight for good posture, so I do. I always look up at the bright, blue sky and smile because life is beautiful.

Daddy yells at me a lot. Whenever I'm near him, I tense up my body and walk away. The sky is somewhat cloudy but I still look up at it every day. I smile because life is beautiful.

Dad won't stop yelling at me, so I try not to leave my room. My shoulders sag when I walk and I sometimes glance up at the cloudy sky. I try to smile because life was beautiful.

Dad hurt me the other day. I don't ever leave my room, not even for meals. My bent over back is always turned away from him. I haven't seen the sky in over a week. I can't smile even though life was beautiful.

My father has pushed me too far. I left the house for the first time in weeks. My back is in pain from hiding from him for so long. The sky is gloomy and filled with black clouds. I lean over the edge of the bridge and cry because life used to be beautiful but I can't remember it, anymore.

I'd let you slice open my veins because I know you'd stitch them up.

it's been an awfully long time...
i'm sitting in the wierdest position on my school bleachers.
i refused to do gym because i feel like **** and i can't stand the way you try to get a glimpse of my bare skin.
if i was dying right in front of you, you'd ask me what was wrong instead of taking care of me.
i love the silence between songs.
i don't write on the lines because i want all of my words to be between them.
when i very sad i only notice it afterwards as i survey all of the damage that has been done.
i haven't stopped shaking and i'm surprised i haven't started an earthquake but these tremors seem to only be native to my planet.
my doctor has managed to fit my entire being onto three pieces of paper.
scares me to death.
constantly i switch the song i'm listening to because i'm trying to feel one thousand things at once.
i'm glad that you met me in the winter because things just go uphill from here so you won't be disappointed.
although i can't say that they won't get worse again in the next winter.
even if you're here,
even though winter is my favourite season,
even though the snow cools down my fevered skin,
even though even though even though it's ******* winter and these ******* pills are supposed to make me ******* happy.

I would never undress my mind for you so why did I undress my body

This started out as a joke.
Everything I've ever seen is piled on top of my back.
Suddenly you're here and I know you're going to drag me around like a wagon.
Problem is, I only have axles; my tires wore out a long time ago.
I'm only fifteen.
I'm going to erode slowly and your muscles will snap like elastics.
It doesn't matter how much you lift, I'm much too heavy to carry.
Gravity can't even control me.
Spend your money on a new car instead of a worn down one with a ripped leather interior and a radio that skips every second word.
Please don't waste your time being my tow truck.

I learned that people's eyes dilate when they are attracted to someone and when they are panicking and those are two of the many reasons why the orbs that rest in my skull are only black and white

darling, please eat.

We are like fish in a tank.
We don't know that we're trapped until someone sets us free.

i try my best to take care of you but all you do is cry about how nobody cares

all these wires around my bed
connecting me to this house and to people
where's the one i can use to charge myself?

you told me that you'd **** me if i did it
but i did it anyway
so you wielded the gun that shot me and
i can't say that i blamed you.

the ******* lightning bolt at the top of this screen reminds me of you;
it is shaped like the one that at one point permanently resided on the skin of my wrist.
i used to worship you like you were actually the god of thunder and i sincerely thought that you would light up my storms with the most brilliant of light shows.
shortly after it came to my knowledge that lightning eventually has to hit something and cause clouds of smoke to obscure my pure rain.
i never forgave you for not controlling yourself.
you begged and begged for me to let you back into my grasp because lightning doesn't survive that well alone,
but i was too obsessed with how this newly found sunshine of mine managed to give me the most beautiful of light shows i have ever seen without ruining me the way you do.

i never thought i'd be impaired by something i needed the most.
you don't realize how important sleep is until you get an eighth of the amount you're supposed to every night.
my dreams are either pitch black or memories i figured had been long forgotten and
they're usually interrupted by bouts of hysteria which bring me back to the real world with a neck-snapping jolt.
i can't sleep and i'm too tired to focus on anything.
all i can do is sit around and watch tv and pray to be preyed on by a vulture or maybe you.

i'm incapable of following through with human nature
i feel like a broken bone that never set properly
i am knuckles that never stop cracking
since when did the lunch lady begin switching my apple juice with mercury?
there was a code blue at the hospital today which mean that someone was either in cardiac or respiratory arrest
it reminded me of how i feel every time i talk to you
planted on my seat, i picked at the fabric of my shirt and wondered if you would come visit me if i was at the hospital
i hope to a god that i don't believe in that i actually care about you the way i think i do
because my heart is too drunk to love properly and
my brain is too sober to accept that you care

it's my second day without my "fix" and i feel.. i don't know.
stomach hurts i'm increasingly tired more needy than usual lacking something lacking everything smiling frowning sobbing laughing all at the same time
things that **** with who you are should be illegal and for this reason i shouldn't be allowed to kiss you.

i saw you in my dreams last night and the thing i remember the best is the sharp outline of your jaw
and how it moved when you spoke
my mind wandered and made me imagine how it would look while you were kissing me
at least the three pounds of meat that slams around in my skull is good for something.

when i talk to you time is no longer relevant
the hands on the clocks spin around out of boredom and suddenly it's three am and i have a whole list of responsibilities to look after
although on the list of things i want you're right at the tippy top
even above the title.

always kiss me goodnight and good morning.

i feel like people forget that humans can die naturally.
i mean we're all so used to cancer taking our loved one's lives but
some people just sleep and don't wake up again and
i somehow manage to find that type of death beautiful.

i love everything that spills out of that perfect mouth of yours.

i say it ironically because *******.
...
i hate swearing i hate irony i love you a lot it's hard to keep on avoiding the things that crave me the most that i crave the most i'm not as sure minded as i seem i don't ever know how i feel which is dangerous because every "i love you" isn't necessarily true even if i think it is people have stopped mattering only time matters i don't have much left things are going downhill i'm rolling down a hill like i did when i was little except i can't stop there is no bottom the thorns in the grass are piercing my skin without permission
and and and and and i forgot to say and
connect me to you like the "and" that connects "you" and "i".

a lot of things happen when i decide to avoid what's supposed to fix me.
i'm lost in a sea of beer and cigarette fish swim in the surrounding waters.
somehow, this whole concoction is aflame.
i wonder why i'm not being burned alive yet.

i begged you to beat me up because i thought i deserved it

i searched up the meaning of your name, and i learned that it means "beloved".
apparently that's the meaning of my name as well.

i passed a woman walking her dog while on my evening stroll the other day.
her blonde hair curled at the ends, smile-lines appeared as if there were drawn in with a 2b pencil and her eyes shone like fresh uranium.
words like small, big, skinny, fat, ugly, and pretty shouldn't be used to describe beauty or lack of thereof.

You don't even know how to clean up your own mess.

I never knew I could write poetry like this until I met you.

The thing about most love poems is that you never know who they're talking about but you always have someone different to connect it to than the author did. I find it beautiful.

most of the time i hate wearing things around my neck and wrists because they feel like shackles and i am a free person