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Here, AgainHere's another heart break,
Another dozen lies.
And here I am again,
Tears falling from my eyes.
Here I am again,
Caring way too much.
All I did was sacrifice,
But still it's not enough.
Here's another razor,
So tempting on my skin.
Do I keep on fighting?
Or do I just give in?
Here's some some time wasted,
On another stupid boy.
You put on such a good front,
But I was just your little toy.
But I still don't understand,
How it could all just be a lie.
If it really was,
Then why can't I say good bye?
For the Best
Old memories and photos,
so long they caused me pain.
Everything about you,
would make me so ashamed.
For so long I thought you were like the others,
and for so long I was wrong.
It was my mistake,
and because of that you're gone.
I was so ready to put you in the past,
forget what we had,
forget about us.
I didn't know at the time,
but what you did was for the best.
We shared a wonderful friendship,
and we shouldn't put that to rest.
Now looking at the pictures,
bring a smile to my face.
We shared pure happiness,
and that doesn't have to end.
We can't have what we had then,
but we can still share something great.
Hopefully one day,
we can both look back.
And smile at what once was.
across 3000 miles
of what i used to think would sink me
into some kind of peace
you don't know how this haunts me
ink can't say enough
to rid my head of all the frustration
i'd mold myself cracked 3000 times over
if it meant your hand could finally fit into mine
24 not-poems later1.
it is so hard to be okay
when all i've got are cigarettes
the voices of strangers
and memories of you
it's so hard to be okay
when you hate yourself
for not being okay
all i want is to hear you say
that you love me
so that for five seconds,
i can believe it;
just a few moments
of being alright
i wonder what you would do
with the letters i have written
but never given you
with the truth that i have known
but never told
if i swim
until my arms could no longer
hold me up - you wouldn't
even have a body to say goodbye to
i wonder what you would do
if i wrote right here
that it was you
i wonder what you would think about
and what we have done; the love
that we have destroyed
with our cowardice and our weakness
like a windowsill plant
left out in summer
i wonder what you would think
if the last thing i tol you
was that i loved you
god damn you kissed me hard
when you left
as if you knew it would be the last time
what if it was
the last time
you would never have to catch another moth for m
I Love You.
Oh, gorgeous goddess!
How your beauty tantalizes me!
Leaving a dumb statue
In my place.
How can You,
O Great and Majestic One,
Sitting on your golden throne,
In the sky,
Have created such a girl
As the one I see
Oh how my heart flutters!
Sweet angel, you gave
Wings to my
You blessed a poor soul,
With that wonderful magic
Only you possess.
I will give
I will cross the world for you,
I will serve you,
I will think only of you,
I will do anything for you!
If only I can
Hold your delicate hand,
Skin so smooth,
Soft as silk,
And be with you,
Every step of your way,
To comfort you
In your sorrows,
seventeen dreamsi couldn't sleep
(i tossed and turned to the swift beat of the setting
she drew picasso canvases on my peeling lips
with her fingertips,
and her ginger breath was on my ear as she
muttered that being with someone so
dangerous made her feel safe.
it was always you, i would tell her,
and she would smirk with her two front teeth
and there were doves and swan feathers falling
in her eyes.
i just wish that when she left me
she would've left a trail of
who i was before behind--
but it's okay now,
because i lit the match she gave me as a birthday present
with the musty inverted cross on the centerfold,
and i burned all of the remaining feathers
you jump i jumpit shouldn't be a crime to want to die
but when it comes to you
i'm so fucking glad it is
for granitewhy won't you
sing for me
i'm near you
my love true
bad things come in foursi.
there is going to be a time
when you fall in love with someone
you should not fall in love with.
he'll have a startling jaw line and ripped jeans,
black jacket made of real leather,
switching between english and spanish
or english and russian
there's five inhales of whatever was pushed
in front of you
and three cans of cheap beer someone brought,
his hand up your skirt in your best friends bedroom.
your nails will dig into his shoulder blades
next to old scars that have been there longer
than you have.
it won't be romantic when you fight,
rain pouring down, and hell if you were a movie
maybe you'd be making out in it.
instead his eyes are glaring at you,
but he holds you like you're made of glass
and you want to stop fighting.
(you understand now
why parents warn against
the bad-boy stereotype.)
some people think that breakups between total opposites
maybe it's true.
your mum says that she understands,
her knobby fingers clutching your
I Don't Believe in LoveI don't believe in love... Atleast... I don't think I do.
Yet I constantly have to catch myself when I'm thinking about you.
You aren't even mine!
Hopefully this fades with time
'Cause otherwise I'll go insane
Why can't I get you off my mind?
I don't believe in fairy tales or other delusionary fables
Please believe that I'd get over you, if only I were able
I know you're getting angry- believe me, I would too
So, if you could just stop being sweet, I'll try and get over you.
I don't believe in love... Why is that so hard to believe?
Maybe it's because I love you, even though you don't love me.
You make me feel so warm inside
It's kinda strange, but I won't lie
I'd love it if you would be mine
'Cause I think I'll be yours for the rest of my life.
What's the point?
Everytime I close my eyes,
I can see you with her.
It's time to face the facts,
I can't go back and fix it.
I see you with her,
I die a little inside.
Because what's the point,
of taking my next breath,
if you don't care I'm breathing.
What's the point of living,
if you don't care that I'm alive.
But I know it's all my fault.
I made the mistakes.
But if you knew the tears I've shed,
and how much I want you back,
then maybe you would realize.
that I mean what I say.
I was just seaking perfection.
But what's the point of wanting that,
if you allready have it,
Red Letter Day - Prologue
So here I am, writing.
I’m writing, I’m writing – just as you told me to.
I’m writing, I’m writing, I’m writing.
Have you ever noticed that when the sun goes down, this flat changes? It does. The walls are white during the day and lingering brown at night. During the day, I’m with you and the light from outside paints the walls that heavenly color. But when that sun goes down, the demons wake and I’m alone again, even though you’re just a room away.
Somehow it seems less threatening tonight, and I think it’s because you’ve given me an assignment to try and fight off the darkness. You gave me a stack of papers and a pen and told me to write everything that comes to mind.
It’s a strange feeling to have complete freedom. These empty pages are mine to do whatever I please – I could even wipe my ass with them – but they’re also terribly intimidating. The blank page has always been a nemesis of man. It&
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