Memories of You (2/24)Your musical laugh, your sweet, honeyed perfume - myeyes open. You're gone.
Masochist (2/21)With words like knives, hestabs at my skin, but why doI love this so much?
Shot Down (2/22)"It's fine, we weren'teven dating."...I still need to convince myself.
Leaking Out (2/18)I empty out mybrain, believing you'd like tosee all the contents.
Housekeeping Services Required (2/08)Give me a broom, toclean up my brain; it's fartoo cluttered in there.
The Reign of Terror (2/16)When you get her mad,trust me, it's close to beingapocalyptic.
Seventh Heaven (2/13)She clings hopefullyto this cliff, knowing there'll be beautiful sunsets.
HeroFalling; until he gave me wings.
Arson (2/26)Skeleton housesburned photos- remnants of whathad happened that night.
Duct TapeYou're broken? I have duct tape.
Beautiful.They say I’m beautifulBecause of the way my crystalline heart reflects light off its fractured surfaceWell, that isn't a reflectionIt’s rejection of the light because it’s all too much to handleThrow myself away into the dark without even a candle‘Cause I don’t want to recognize all the pain I’m inOr realize the truth behind what I am or who I've beenAnd I tried to make things right but I just keep on making wrongI never listened to the angel on my shoulder when she calledI count my tears like they’re experienceAnd my scars like they’re mysteriousAnd that’s a feeling I’ll remember –Watching as you leftWatching as you ended what was meant to be foreverAnd I can see it in their eyes; everyone can empathizeSo they say that I’m beautiful because they don’t know what else to say.But if being broken is beautiful, then it’s the ugliest way...
Inordinate-she's petrifiedof being fixedbecause being brokenis all she's ever known-
Monsters Under My BedMonsters.Monsters are under my bed.I would try and get help.But people would laugh at me.'There's no such thing as monsters!' They would tell me.They didn't know how wrong they were.The monsters were horrible.They taunted me, raking their ethereal claws across my face, leaving invisible scars.People wondered why I was so 'different'.It was the mental scars that changed me, making me into a whole new person.Go ahead, tell me that monsters don't exist.I dare you.But one day, you'll be their next victim.And you're going to regret every single word that slipped past your lips.One night, the monsters crawled out of their hiding.They took my life in my sleep.But still, no one believed in their existence.Watch out.They'll be coming for you next.
Labels "Hey, you see the way that girl walks? Man, she can't even walk in a straight line!" "Look at her! It looks like she ate a whale." "Why can't you walk right, honey? You need a cane or something?" "See those scars on her legs? Are they ugly or what?" "Hey, why don't you go on Weight Watchers or something?" "Are you really that stupid?" "Make-up won't do anything for that face, sweetheart." "You should be ashamed of yourself." "Can't you see how terrible you are?" "Why don't you just go die?"
Atychiphobia"I'm afraid of failure,"You confessed to meThrough crackling static on the phone.It rolled off your tongueLike a simple afterthought.Though that was years ago,I've never forgotten it;It's echoed inThings you've saidAnd haven't said,Things you've doneAnd haven't done.When push came to shoveAnd you fell down,I offered a handTo help you to your feet,But you declined;So I lay down next to you instead,But you asked me to leave.I did,Though not without reluctance.For a year, I wept.Sometimes, I still do.For a year,I've wandered obscure pathsIn search of myself.Somehow, they've led me back to you.You've gone from lying downTo sitting up,From looking inTo looking out,But you still haven't moved.Tough love, kid;I want to pick you upAnd throw you in the waterJust to prove to you that you can swim.But alas, a year hasTied my hands behind my back.I dare not interfereWith an injured chrysalis,Lest I cause further damageTo the butterfly withinWho is struggli
i'm not good enoughI had a dreamthat I woke up without acneand that you wanted to date melike in the movies but I'm sorrythis is not a dream and I'm sorrythat I am waking up with flaws this timeand I am sorry
SacrificeThe blood trickling down my chestIs the same blood dripping from the bullet on the ground.The heart that was puncturedIs the same heart still beating for you.The world that is so stained and bloodiedIs the same world that you live in.I will protect youWith, regrettably, the only life that I have.
Content.I went searchingfor myself,I ended up finding youinstead.
CureThese inner feelingsI must now releaseCure heart from painAnd set myself freeThese chains I removeFrom my soul and mindSo I could breatheBe whole once again
I Wish It Would RainI wish it would rainThat it would wash you awayOut of my skinI wish the clouds would partShine light on realizationWhat I could beI wish there was a rainbowAn arc of brilliant colorsA sign to give me hope
Being MeBreakable? Yes.Broken? No!Crazy? Yes.Different? So?Feeling? Lost.Looking? Blue.Hearing? Things…Missing? You!Knowing? Some.Forgetting? Lots.Writing? This???Dating? Not…Doing? Stuff…Acting? Free!Happy? Yes!Being? Me.
OneI can remember exactly when i first met you.The slight crease in your face as you smiled.If one thing could say something, then that did.I can remember everything.You shaped me. Made me.We grew into each other. We fell apart with each other.I cannot remember anything without you.I can remember exactly when we first kissed.The way your lips felt soft and curious, against mine.If one thing could say something, then that did.I'd live a million miles away.Another life and world away, with you.If I know what love is, it is because of you.
She Really Doesn't UnderstandShe really doesn’t understand,How you treat her the way you do.She loved you more than anything,She thought you loved her too.She dies a little more each timeShe sees you out with her.She cries herself to sleep at night,Then dreams that you love her.You used to tell her she was pretty,And how you loved her more each day,Now she’d give anything,Just to have you there to stay.You don’t see that she misses you,Each night the pain gets stronger,And when she finally talks to you,She wants it to be longer.She doesn’t really understandwhy she loves you so.You were her one and only,She had to watch you just up and go.She really doesn’t understand,How you treat her the way you do,She loved you more than anything,She thought you loved her too.
Pearl When your heart is broken Don't believe those liars. The ones who say, "There's other fish in the sea" Why bother with a smelly, common fish, When you can find a pearl?And my darling…You are a pearl to me.
Stubborn Love (2/20)I'm mad at myselffor not despising you witha burning passion.