PapercutScars that lie deep withinhurt like paper cuts on beating heartsyou are the murderer of plenty of girls' soulsarmed with pretty-lies and sugar-coated words,you go to warbut you hide from the truthlike the grass hides underneath leaves in autumnand you pretend you're dyinglike trees die in winter airall for an ego boost and a second of fameeven if it meant an innocent girl's pain.honey, you are the one to blame.
I love you.You make my heart skip beats and make me feel like stars are exploding in my lungs when you're around.You make me want to paint the world rainbow and throw glitter in the air just to try and match how I feel when we kiss.You make me want to light off fireworks that spell out "I love you";Because well, truth be told, you mean the world to me. And I'd do anything just to see you smile.
UntitledYou were my everything.My inspiration to be perfect.My light in the dark.The reason to smile,even when I was sad.The reason to never give up.Your singing was my lullaby,and I lost you in a heart beat.
Autumnrustling through the wind, leaves of brilliant oranges, deep reds, and soft yellows fallquietly to the ground like feathers, as the air smells of cold and burning wood.fingers go numb from the chilly weather, and darkness arrives sooner.icy rain pours down and leaves those drenched and shivering,as the seasons change from summer to autumn.
Autumn Lovecold air flows through me like ice in my veins,but I stay warm with the thought of you lingering.as the autumn sun sets in beautiful shades of gold,my life stays well-lit with the happiness you unfold.and your love gives me a reason to sleep with a smile.
I dream of you.sometimes,I dream thatwe sneak outand run throughthe pitch black streetsand spend the entire nighttogetherunder the moonlightstaring at the starsand huddle close,to keep warmduring that cold nightso close thatwe can heareach other's heart beat.after that,I'll wake upand smilebecause somedaywe can make it reality.
Hauntedmonsters,they come to haunt her.appearing only at night,from the darkness within.they seep into her skin,taking over her mind.hurling her head-first,into complete insanity.her worst nightmare,is not reality.but it's her dreams.
Six Months.I could blast off fireworks on the moon,or show you comets exploding at night.Paint the world with glitteror make stars fall from great heights.Even cut out a million paper heartsand write cute messages for the world to see.But none of that can ever showhow much the past 181 days have meant to me.
No Matter How ManyNo matter how manyTears,Heartbreaks,Fights,Stumbles,Disconnections,I'll never stop loving you.
Sticks and StonesSticks and stonesCan break my bones,But words can break my heart.
l i e s"You're beautiful." I cringe at those cotton-laced spoken words."Let me hold you?" I shiver in fear from the static radiating off your touch."I'll be there, I promise!" I anticipate the day where you realize that you can't save me from humanity."Trust me." I recoil back into my evasive shell, anything to refrain from broken promises."I love you." My heart pumps with adrenaline, while my head is screaming you're a fool.
. you remind me of someone beautifulonce upon a time, you told me i can't save everyone.- - -you will never read this, thankfully,( i think, i think, i think, is what i tell myself like a record on repeat )but i would like you to know i have so much left to say.i remember looking at you and seeing the entire world staring back,hearing all of the music of the universe playing at once.what happened? have you lost the notes?has the world torn that out of you?i'd give it all back if i could,but i'm afraid you don't want my silly confessions or sad-sorry-stories anymore.- - -i've become no more than pixelated text, a name staring at you blankly through the screen.i wonder, can you feel through pictures?can you understand through lyrics and vague captions?- - -i still remember the last message you sent me."i saw you today. blue, were you wearing blue?"- - -you came back today, and i suppose i could have laughed at the gesture;our age-old cycle that sounds far more theatrical than it is.in the end, all i re
p r o v e."Don't tell me you love me." "Prove it."
impossiblei wish youwould see methe way i see you.
Speak Louder Than WordsThrough the hundreds, even thousands,of unique languages spoken by our raceinternationally, occasionally you can stillunderstand someone just by a blink ofan eye; by their kinetic movements.Simple feelings can be portrayed as simplegestures; happiness as a smile, love as a kiss,sadness as a tear or droop of the shoulders.At times our greatest feelings of burningpassion cannot be expressed in any language.No word can give reasoning to that sensationin the pit of your stomach or the pumpingin your chests.Every so often, actions speak far louder thanany word of any language possibly could.
melatonini scared you into saying you love me.i am two pills of melatonin,i am a mouth drier than the sun.i scared you like a snake,a rattler wrapped round your ankle,a python about the perimeter of your neck.i made you cry.i heard your throatswallowing your sadness.i am sorry but not sorry enough.i choked on my words,i gasped for airlike a fish on the shore.you don't love me when i am a monster,you love me when i laugh.i am sorry my smiledoesn't shine like the watersof greece;i am too greyfor the joyyou could bring me.
Is My Heart Broken?I don't understandWhy my heart beats the way it doesWhen I see your smiling face.
Daddy, Daddydaddy daddy please don't preachsermons ain't gonna save me don't SCREAMbecause your giant voice makes me feel small stop the rageanger doesn't solve anything Let go of your shameyou're taking away my PRIDE.I just want to sing from the top of the mountainsto Plead from the bottom of my heartand beg to the last inch of myBrEAkInG dignitydaddy daddyJust don't hate me.
the day her muse diedshe stares at the page andwills herself to writeeverything oranythingthat comes to mind.it seems like so long agoshe never had enough timeto write what was on her mind.the words spun like webs aroundand around in head.until she felt like she couldn't breathe.the one she meant to purgewith every final lineofeverysinglepoemwas dug in D E E P.swearing each timethiswouldbethelastpoemabout him.she wonders if she were strongthen after this longshe might have given up on him.if he wasn't entrenchedso deep.then she might find time to sleep.for a few peaceful momentswhere she is truly A L O N E.she stares at the pageand manages to write a linethat doesn't make her want to cryand she wonders how it got to this:is she so lost she has tolook up words that rhyme?when once upon a timeit had been so much easier.she gives up on the fleeting poemlets it go like a fading dream.that she had
AlrightBroken...Shattered...Smashed...That's her, alright.
March On.I'm singing to youthis little broken melodyso you open your eyes and see the Sun.If you March On,we can make it through togetherso you can be in my arms tonight.
MaskShe wears long, baggy clothesBecause she says they're comfortable.But roll up her sleevesAnd you'll see nothingBut cuts and bruises.
RunI want to run away with you. Just you.Forever.I'll never forget that look of hope in your eyes,The feel of strength in your hands,And that promise of forever in your words.I only wish I could forget my answer.We can't. You know how much I want to.But
We just can't.
True LoveAbusive love leaves scars,but true love will heal them.