

for us to be i scream your name
you walk away
you cant stand
to look at me
and all i want
is for us
to be


this is to my love johnny time changes nothing
shame shows all
your scars
on your wrist
on your heart
when u look in the mirror
you see that monster...
pain sears your veins
showering you in shame
your no monster
but you dont believe me
so ill wait by your side
until you see your not
a monster to me


Seeing old scars when i see those scars
i dont remember the pain
i remember the sadness
the shame they all
have a story
one that was able to
hurt me so profoundly
i could never give up
my past no matter
how much pain
i have


loving you im not gonna lie
you've been so good to me
your all ive ever wanted
all ive ever needed
i wont ever let you
go ill give it my all
to make sure that
im worth loving


Unconventional You know what makes you beautiful?
Her head didn't move softly. It cracked, a whip, the bones crashing against each other. Each movement was a creak. Each breath was desperate, fighting the cold. She was tired, and beaten, and her hazel eyes burned in the darkness. The match flickered out, slowly, as if taunting us. Her chin, so proud, disappeared in the blackness. I felt her breath hit my face. I reached for her.
She moved away.
Concern piddled at the tips of my fingers, dripping to the cracked cement. Sharp breaths caught the air, spelt words. Pixies danced before my eyes. A smile broke the ground. The earth trembled. I felt her grab her


Unconditional I loved the way he swayed his head back in the wind and his chocolate hair moved with it. How his eyes danced in the autumn's light, brighter than the clear blue sky. How his right sneaker was torn and worn so badly his slightly crooked bit toe snuck out from the tip. Chocolate freckles speckled his nose, and his cheekbones were that of simplicity, curving about his almost face, highlighting his wide, ever grinning eyes. They sparkled when he laughed and that always made me smile, regardless of the days.
One day he turned to me and said;
Baby, let's run into the mountaintops, where the world can't see us. he threw his hands back behind his


Etched Her fingers have always been longer then her toes. I remember this distinctly from a crisp autumn time years ago, when we curled our toes in the dry grass and snickered at elderly passerby; when we laughed in bubbles and cried in laughter, our toes catching on thistledown's and our clothes snagging on the air. That doesn't make much sense, trust me, I'm well aware; but they did. They really did. It was those endless days when magic rolled in and raindrops meant thunderstorms and playtime meant love of a different sort. And it's these days I wish to cling to. Not those ones where the minutes crumbled into hours of agony.
Those days when I was


Crawl Into Me my lips sinks with silence
down and out once again
smoking until my lungs collapse
drinking until my feet give in
crying just enough to get attention
breaking into darkness and sleeping within
the devils hands heaven only exist with each
pill i took to erase the fake smiles i could never amount to


Mellow Mindstate crawling into the abyss sinking myself within its twilight
glowing its mystical kiss through my soul the enchanting koi
i become swimming in my beloved realm discovering how beautiful
i can heal beneath the deep pond i never want to escape this exotic bliss
______
these photos of you fades withing my touch bleeding black and white
destroying the colors of my heart all i got is nothing without you
just memories in a time capsule each remedy showing views of your face
cupping my hand into yours ruling our world with pride but i fell as a
casualty to heartbreak gasping for your pulse against my cold lips
______
you wrap your tongue


