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A Book in My LifeEven though you we're never in my life
to begin with, you were more than a
chapter in my life. You were a book
that belong to the other series of
books that my life had. In that book
you meant everything to me even though
I never meant anything to you at all; a
non-existing love was what I had with you.
If you came running to be beg for me to
be with you; my heart would say yes
because I love you with all of my heart
and soul but, I know my head would say
is he worth all of the changes that
your going to have to make to your life
and then the end are you going to be happy.
I pondered those questions for months
and months, coming to the conclusion
that I can't; I don't think I could ever
be the girl that you want me to be, with
all of the daydreams it looked so easier
then to really truly changing yourself.
No matter what the separate roads we go
down, I will always love you, my dear.
We Call LoveWhat a tragedy that we all go through for this thing
that we call love; to only get your heart ripped and
torn to pieces in the end, but we do it for the
feeling that it gives us. The sense of belonging to
another person who wants to look into your eyes and
see the beauty that your soul can be; a kind of
treasure that people don't get to see on a day to
Having the one of a kind love that no one else can
have in the world but with the one person that you
want to spend your whole life with. To not being
able to share your life with them forever would
leave such a heart like yours in such pain that it
will take time to drink away all of that distraught;
sometimes it doesn't go away, it stays with you
forever leaving a wound on your heart; gushing blood
comes rushing out of it like a white rafting river.
Your heart tries to stitch itself back together but
the blood comes flowing out way to fast that the
string breaks every time; how your body slowly turns
in a ghost pale shade
HimThe sound of your voice is going to be the white noise
I'm going to be looking for in this room full of so
many other blended white noises that are block every
single thought that's trying to run through my head,
while my eyes are going to be going around the crowded
room to find your soulful brown eyes and that charming,
goofy smile that you do with those lips of yours.
Once I find you, there no turning back now; no matter
how much this may hurt me in the end. I'm going to be
waiting for you to look into my eyes; to go through me
till it shows you the soul of a girl that only dreamed
of finding someone like you to keep her safe from any
of the dangers that could come knocking at her door at
any moment in her life, to make sure that when a tear
sheds from her eyes that you will be there to let her
smile shine through again from the funny faces you will
make at her but, most of all she just wants someone to
love everything about who she is and everything that is
going to be in the futur
Upon your skinHow the sun sets upon your skin
during the dawn of a new morning.
The beauty that you have skin-deep
inside a soul that's full of
wonderment and rapture; a poise
that I've never seen before, to
me it's like a lost treasure that
is being searched all across seas
How I wish that I could keep it
all to myself and let it no one
else see it or come near it, for
that matter that once they look
at it that they take it away
from me; keeping you inside a
The worst fear comes and hits
in me in the middle of the
thunder storm when the
lighting strikes the ground;
that they may not see what I
see in you, telling you lies
upon more lies about what
fake beauty looks like to a
society filled on what only
money and bring beauty to
That kind of loveI want the kind of love that makes you
feel that you're on top of the world; to
see that one person can love you for
what you like about yourself all the
way down to the flaws you want to get
How you can stare into each
other's eyes for seconds to minutes
all the way into hours and never want
to look away from each other because
when you look into their eyes you feel
like your home; a place where no one
else can come and harm your heart from
the monsters that we all call pain,
And when they wrap you in their arms
on a late summers night, it makes your
feel so secure with arms wrapped
around you; the heat from another body
slowly slipping on to yours keeping it
warm from the cold that came crawling
in the depths of the midnight moon that
shines brighter than the street lights
When the souls of two people come
together and join each other as of
they were one, balancing out the
good and the bad that both souls
had into each other not because
Imprints leftThe time that you move on, there is going
to be something that reminds you of them.
The cologne that he use to put on to the
way he use to touch your skin; leaving
all kinds of imprints and lines that run
across your body.
And that whispering smile he gave you
every single time that you two would
see each other. How it felt so right
to lay in his arms while the stars
twinkled in the navy blue night that
was concealed under the milky way.
The pitches in your voice was a
soundtrack that replayed over and
over until I fell into a peaceful
slumber. I realized that after you
were gone, I saw the design that
you left on my body; in my heart.
How I began to fall in love with
you all over again; slowly but all
A message to the brokenYou drown yourself
in liquid sorrows,
letting the salty mess
burn your wounds,
and the sadness
to drip in your mouth,
consuming your words
and you say
you deserve the pain,
but I want to dry your face,
and whisper in your ear
how the clouds cry too,
while they hold such beauty,
and so do you.
Pretty metaphors are for pretty girlsI told you to stop
spewing pretty metaphors at me,
for with each elaborate comparison,
I feel a bit more
detached from this world
And maybe I don’t feel so strong at the moment,
but would you be
if you felt like the entire universe
was resting upon your shoulders,
and someone was just there saying:
But you’re stronger than the powerful beats
of a butterfly’s wings
And maybe I do need more confidence,
but would you exuberate it
when the part you hated most about yourself
were the freckles that have speckled your face for years,
and someone was just there muttering:
They’re not flaws,
but rather stars that form constellations
Yes, I can’t help but hate
all those unrealistic metaphors
you choose to pelt at me when I’m low,
yet the irony is,
I know that those beautiful words
are realistic in your eyes,
So I can’t hate you.
dark circlesi haven't slept well in 14 days
my eyes droop pretty colors
'50 shades of purple and grey,
they're bags and they're designer'
making jokes is how i cope
with chapped lips and constant chap-stick
it tastes like honey and mint
i laugh and say i'm addicted.
hooded lids and sleepy smiles
during lunch at subway
my friends ask if I'm okay
I say that I'm just tired.
but really when I see him with her
my heart sinks to the tiles
she's pretty and witty and sure as hell she can sing
and i'm just a loud bone-collector.
when I see her with him,
dancing and laughing and grinning,
the ring on her finger
laughs at my singularity.
for as much as i lie and as much as i try
my loneliness still creeps in,
because no matter how much they protest,
i'm still the lowly fifth-wheel.
walking behind them on sidewalks
that are wide, but built for four
smiles and laughs when they look back
but the frown creeps evermore.
pelvis peaks through paper-thin skin
and knuckles white and pale
my ribs are empty, my bo
Clear WristA clear wrist, barren of scars,
as opposed to skin sauntered in marks,
tells a trickier story than it's soiled and raw,
uncaring, unkempt counter part.
Bravery, I think it holds,
the strength to bare unimaginable loads
of pain and suffering through endless times,
and withstanding the agony of sleepless nights.
Some think it is fear, the reluctance to cut,
but I believe it opposite, it show courage and guts.
To bear your pain without a nick on your wrist,
is like a solider braving his terrain while being torn limb from limb.
Agonizing as it is, to hide your pain,
you do it so well, and no attention you'll gain.
At the end of the day, it's not cry for attention,
rather a cry for the victory that's silently mentioned.
Your scars are those not self inflicted,
and despite the gnawing intention,
to harm yourself and ease your pain,
the scars you earn are rightfully gained.
In a room of those who have jumped the gun,
and left traces of blood deep in their arms,
do not be tempted to do the sam
specter boys have always looked best sinkinghe says,
i want to count all 206 &
feel the notches of your ribs -
i want you, weary boy, to
phase yourself down while
you are burning inside out.
i will seethe inside your skull
like thoughts, like cigarette filters;
you will thank me as i molder in your marrow.
These Faded KeysOf all the keys I click
As we speak each day,
It's the back arrow
That's faded most
These white letters
Would surely tell you,
I reply to everything -
But the key reading "enter"
Will be the one to explain
Why it still looks new
I want you to know
Just how much I care,
But I don't want to be close
Out of the fear of losing you
But please remember:
I dedicate these words to you,
Sharing them to the world
Rather than clicking away
At the faded key ~
Puzzle heartYour heart is a complete puzzle; the pieces
that make the puzzle up are the things that
we love and mean the most to us in our life.
Sure the edge pieces of the puzzle aren't
going to be painful as the ones in the
middle because, those are the few things
that really mean the most to you and you
don't want to lose those pieces in your life.
You can try all you want to try to make a new
piece to fit in the place of where the old
one was or you can try to shove something
there to fill in the gap that piece left but
after the piece is gone you can replace no
matter what you do because nothing is the
same with out that one single piece. It was
the once piece of the whole puzzle that kept
holding everything together in your life.
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