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Days Without YouI'm laying awake at night.
Thinking of you,
Kills me inside.
Knowing your gone forever.
Lost here without you.
I need you with me,
Cause it kills me,
But when I sleep,
It's like your with me.
I wish some way,
You were with me.
But I'll have to wait until I sleep,
To be with you.
Wasn't There?If I wasn't here tomorrow?
Gone and never coming back ?
Would you care?
Or would you lose sleep at night?
Lost in my own mind.
Lost in the dark.
Pleading silently for help.
For someone to pull me out of my own
All or NothingAll or nothing.
Take it or leave it.
You and I baby.
Just us against the world.
You got all I need.
With you I know I'm worth something.
Looking at all or nothing.
Baby just you and me.
Please give it a try.
Give it a try.
Just us against the world.
Like I'm lost in the dark.
What went wrong?
When did we fall apart?
I was blind.
Such a fool.
Thinking we were unbreakable.
Used to think it was us against the world.
You promised me forever.
Was it something I said or something I did?
What made me so unbeautiful?
Not Worth Your Love
I feel I'm not enough.
I'm not worth your love.
Filled with sorrow.
Not a chance,
To be with you.
We would be great together.
I know you wont
The way I want you.
But to be friends
with you is enough.
This secret affect,
You have on me,
Sets by heart on fire.
I burn with hope
At very Smile.
But in my Heart
I know I'm,
Not what you want.
Just A Kiss
Just one kiss,
Would be great.
To be loved by you,
But I know,
That wont happen.
I feel I'm not worth,
Just a kiss,
wouldn't be enough.
Through It AllThrough it all,
all the pain,
all the sadness,
all the lies.
Their is a light,
A hope for this,
To end alright.
LostLost in this eternal nothing.
Numb and tired of waiting,
To fit in , with you.
Supposed to be unadulterated love,
Not this constant feeling,
Of not belonging .
You say you love me ,
But you don't.
You barely know me,
My KnifeAll was quiet that evening
Then something happened.
That knocked me down.
Days dragged by,
Till it was driving me crazy.
Insane inside my mind.
Upset with the fact,
My sadistic lover.
My bloodly knife.
Blood dripping from my wrist.
You ripped open,
My sarcastic voice,
In my head,
Live live life.
My mind deals with
Overcomes my judgement
Today it's no different
I can't take it anymore
Observing my image but
Nothing is revealed
Before My Mouth Told You I Was Sickbefore my mouth told you i was sick, there were
the fingers that wrapped around cups and cups of tea.
i sipped oceans.
i sipped the seven seas
and my ribs were the rainstick that
sent shivers pattering like some
down your swaying, praying spine.
there were the hurricanes.
that is what you came to call them,
my eyes burst into lightning,
my chest quaked with thunder,
when my ribs heaved with the monsoon
that was my breath
until i collapsed, shaking, into your
beach house arms.
there were the missing beats.
sometimes my heart slowed, stopped,
staggered home drunk to gasp morse-code warnings
between my aching ribs.
sometimes the stillness was so perfect
(and alone so tempting)
that i wished for the beat
to wander far and
to be forever lost.
there were the ribs, and the collarbones.
i was a mountain range with
blood in my rivers,
you saw the carrot sticks
(oh god how could you)
and you let me feed myself with
there was the blood i was suppose
little victories.when i was younger,
i thought i was the strongest
little girl in the world
because i could easily
beat my older brother
at arm wrestling.
it wasn't until years later
that i realized
To the person who holds my best friend's heart...I know that is is kind of weird
But I felt that I should write this down.
I need to tell you what I feel
And tell you what he means to me.
He's my best friend and he's a good man.
Please, give him the love and respect he deserves.
He may seem goofy but he's very sweet.
I know this because he was always there for me when I was sad.
Now, I know that you're not bad
Cause he would never choose someone who's mean.
But I still want to tell you just in case you forget in the future;
Please don't break his heart.
He's been through so much
And he doesn't deserve something like that.
He is the kind of person who smiles even when he's hurt by others
And would take any pain for the people he loves.
I know, I've witnessed it.
I know he may seem kind of childish sometimes
But don't let it get to you.
It's just his way of expressing himself.
He's very caring and I'm sure he'll do anything to make you happy.
He doesn't look like it but he's very kind and thoughtful.
He'll put your needs before h
in which I gain sentiencesave room
for doubt, in the silence between
religious guilt and stolen
body heat. I am made of helium.
in my dreams they
pop me and
watch me flutter. I wonder if everyone
else’s head is so congested as mine,
hyperactive with inattentive people.
you are never serious--
he stares at me in a different
set of eyes; there are words
I cannot say, there are
things I cannot tell you.
(twice a week
I watch the people I love
leave me for good.
spiders in my throat,
I Saw a Burning ManIn front of my house, he sat.
Skin burnt off, now charred and black.
Hesitantly, I walked outside.
And he followed me with his watery eyes.
With steps as nimble as the snow,
I hid my fear and continued to go.
Now before him, the Burning Man.
I kindly offered him my shaky hand.
No malice nor vice leaked off of him,
rather sadness and agony which simmered below his skin.
I could feel it around me, the pain and despair,
yet, physically the man was nearly repaired.
For his scorched skin was not his problem,
instead the bottled emotions that devoured all of him.
“Would you like to come inside sir, and stay?”
In which he replied by looking away.
Again I asked, and received no reply,
and was startled when the man began to cry.
Unsure of what to do, I walked away,
Yet I’ll never forget what happened that day.
Be it from pain, or mute, or undisclosed desires,
I watched as the man was engulfed in fire.
I stood back in awe, with my mouth agape,
and feared that he had fallen into
you're wearing isadora's scarvesoh, i hope you never love me, satyr-girl.
misanthropic mistress, i am coughing up
crows & bleeding blue beneath pocked
vessels; these worn teeth may be ink-
cavities, but i have never been your poet boy.
Can you look deeper?You see that girl you just bullied?
The one you harassed over her choice of art?
The art of a man beating a woman to death?
She saw her father kill her mother when she was five.
You know that man who likes to photograph himself in dresses?
The one you called a homo because of his choice of clothing?
Well, his parents wanted him to be a girl instead of a boy.
So they made him dress like that everyday to pretend he was a girl.
You know that woman who writes stories about child rape?
The one you bullied until she didn’t know how to cope with life anymore
Her uncle has been in jail for the past eleven years.
He raped her daily for seven years of her life.
What about that guy who favored abstract artwork?
Do you remember him he liked to use the colors red and black a lot.
He was nearly beaten to death when he was fourteen.
He only knows nightmares because he remembers seeing his blood on the wall.
What about me? Do you remember me? Even just a teensy little bit?
You bullied me because
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