Please don't do this to me.
Do not walk up to the cliff
And off the edge
Do not take all your pills at once
Or drink bleach.

I hate you
Because I am crying right now.
You abuse me
But then you want
to **** yourself
No metaphores or fanciness
And I want to save you
But who is there to save me?
I want you to be ok
But I swear that you will break me
Everything is falling apart
Don't tell me that you will


I can't believe I am begging you
To stay alive
I can't live with the guilt
If you were to die tonight
I am begging you
*to live

Words are less important when there actually never together as one whole. Only a statement for something without thought. Coating different contents rationalizing the formulations of single added words. Words with single letter’s acting like separate components. Vibrating together like energy forming a magnetized exterior. Exposure to something higher than one letter keeping itself away from a fully fleshed out identity. Components away from fully established words, begin to understand faults of all sizes. Are they meant to form into a component beyond its state of letters? Or one single letter meant to form into a better juxtaposition? Cramming letters into words won’t make beneficial glances toward what’s really sounding each component out. Cramming is immature. Full of delicacies. Giving identity to something without time on its hand. The subject of time, will create the illusion of success. Something adopting without fair point involved. An unestablished, unfinished, uncredited maneuvering of stating the obvious blemish in formulations. Formulations become dotted without pattern. Pattern begins to separate juxtapositions away from the vibrations holding it together. Magnetized exterior becomes less wanted for survival. Survival intriguing sense of believe. Believe on the sidelines, acting as a stand-in for potential in-between gaps that focuses blemishes without identity. Formulations become less respected with time swallowing up (describing factors). (Describing factors) becomes less taunted by its own grip. Letting go the seriousness it’s been influenced to act upon. How does anything make sense without (describing factors)? Easy! Don’t think, by feeling. Just act on what you feel. Like instinct is more then words. More then single components. Something auto piloting in-between maneuvers. Juxtapositions lingering as the pattern forming a basin of after thoughts. Instead of thinking words haft to be orchestrated by volumes of thought alone. Fanciness will only make sense with a heart on (overflow)! Full to the brim with nasty, prolific, and incorrigible symptoms in the complexes. The complexes without undesirability, if it’s without merit when honing its balance fruitfully. A heart on (overflow) dumps all the rigid symptoms all over the complexes. Diverting thought for feeling. Feeling revving up different letters in the components that drive its formation proudly. Time swerves around every bend. Prompting the localized fissures of spaces without the muck invading it’s practices. Components of different formations attach the letters to the already imprinted silhouette of magnetized exteriors. Something clicking without measured volume. An instinct rush’s past visuals becoming unkempt and untamed. Never taunted by logic sounding too bland for everyday practices. The heart now empties to a crisp! Shows its formulation as a cauldron that assists the formulations of pure emotion. Emotion being the final victor of formulating words acting as components. Why haven’t we described anything about words acting as components, instead of letters acting as words instead? Simply because you follow a simple manual meant for visuals without thought. What does this imply? It doesn’t. You haft to find a center under the hood of your own (writer’s bug). A bug fueling an (instinctive formulator). One not ruled by thoughts. But by feeling. Feeling coats the improvising stature of a heart on (overflow)! Polishing the cauldron repeating the nasty, prolific, and incorrigible. Undesirably feeling balance rescue your merits without rut blocking visuals by thought. Thought ignores speculation. Taking all pride from feeling. Feeling knows all. As it doesn’t take brain power to figure out regular stimuli taming time before thought has even interpreted details alone. Everything’s been described. BON VOYAGE! To the ones spreading out repeated processes never redeemed by thought alone. Except I deceivingly left out the most important part. What happened to the rest of the fully stacked, brim cauldron of hearts content? It’s necessary when it’s never necessary. Cryptic locals understanding the bad details from the good, are everything wrapped into one bundle. I never said components have to be the littlest fraction in the complex. Describing components not ready for its magnetized exterior that’s already suited to formulation. The (overflow) is secretly the instance of formulation. The (emptying to a crisp), is cleansing every detail in question. Showing components without time attached by statistics. Free to roam willingly. An identity for labeling attires by feeling alone. Thought never abstracting components in a round up of early formulation. Existing close ties in magnetized colours harnessed to each letter in the bunch. Colours surging like a rope hanging on for dear life! Like a soulless thread never understanding what close encounters with the capability is all about. Colours interpreting the non eligible into understanding alone. Except only one (overflow) happened. And another in repeat. And another! Cleansing each component to form into words. Words repeating the constant process of joining into more words. Words acting as single components back to back. An endless cycle of repeating formulations. PS… Are you a letter waiting for it’s other components trying to gain single passage to identity? One rule complicates the (overflow). Do not overflow the heart to a crisp, before it hasn’t even dumped the full brim yet! It will collapse in on itself. Manufacturing a vocabulary too rotten to tell who’s free. Or who’s making up diagrams in the after claims of thoughts distinctly different then what overflow’s the opposite of brimming fully. Or who’s truly still trapped in a fixated rush of thoughts!

I want to tell her
That when I call her an angel
I mean it as more than a cheesy line
Or an unoriginal attempt to win her over.

I want to tell her
That she is my safety
My comfort, my rock, my rope
To bring me down to Earth.

I want to tell her
That I would give everything
Just to find some way to
Make her happy.

I want to tell her
That if I ran I would run
Straight to her and
Put all faith in her.

I want to tell her
That whether or not she cares,
I love her and it will not change
Or fade with time.

I want to tell her
That I am hers if she wants me,
In plain words,
Void of the fanciness of the flowing pen.

I want to tell her...
If you're reading this, I want to tell you

You deserve the truth:
I can't let you go, I know I'm not really what you're looking for and I know that I'm far from perfect, but I am unashamedly attracted to you. I love the colour of your skin under streetlights, I love looking at each of your eyes in turn and imagining what depths of truth lie in them. I love the sound of your laugh - with all of it's unladylikeness. I love your smile and your blunt truths. I love the warmth of your hands in mine and the feel of you wrapped around me. I love how you know exactly what I need to ease the pain. I love your beautifully caring heart, I love your words, I love you. I said I didn't know how to say it, but you were right: I needed to just...say it. Whatever this makes you think, I stand by these words, I stand by them and all they mean.

Thank you.

- May

flash. strike a pose

flash. you're photographed

flash. swallow this

flash. next thing you know you're propped up on stage

flash. inhale that

flash, flash, flash

next think you know you are the hottest chick in town

flash. strike another pose, give me glamorous

give me face, give me attitude, give me bones

flash. you're too much like this

not enough like that. flash again

next thing you know you are replaced

being perfect only lasts for a while

flash. where did your brightness go?

did the mean industry take it away from you?

flash. drink up, smoke more, eat less

give me body, give me fantasy, give me your soul

flash. nosebleeds, paranoia, sickness, flash again

did you get enough yet? is this what you wanted?

you had it right at your pretty feet, keep your composure, show a good posture

catwalks, magazines, wooers, fanciness, couture and nice makeup, isn't it what you wanted?

the superstar, the *******, the shiniest between all of the pretty, petty girls

next thing you know you are disfigured and tossed away, being ideal never lasts a lifetime honey

spiralling down, haven't you got enough?

flash, flash, flash, flash.