and even so, you've stolen my heart.
i'll catch youtake the jump with your eyes closed,because its not faith if they're open.
for the wolves in mei wish they would teach me howto speak back at the sky, whenthe rain dances a song on the concreteor what to yell at the brontide of thunderthat rumbles across this expanse of sky.teach me how to properly wring my handsand how to dance through the woods withthe silence of a doe-eyed deer.tell me that my eyes are properly shapedand my grin is wolfish in the least.teach me how to be cunning;elegant, graceful.because right nowi don't know how to function
warning: contents fragilepieces of me are in this.please dont rip it up.you might cut me.
we die younglet's make this momenta crimesteal my heart.use it as apower source.it beats too hard;far too hard,to be containedbehind mybrittle ribs.you're a dream catcher.and i've got to learn sometime,they call you the kingof hearts for a reason.
wind in my sailstoday--their winds are breaking me down,tomorrow--who knows.
My Sweeti saw you in my dreams, you see.you looked me in the eyes. you said:my dear,lightning will strike, mountains will shake. the sky will cry salty tears of grief and never stop.my dear,the earth will buck beneath you. buildings will collapse and fires will burn.my dear,don't you know the world will end?i saw you in my dreams, you see.i looked you in the eyes. i said:my sweet,it matters not.for my world ceased the instant the light left your eyes.
When it is said and doneShe draws her paper heartover and over again.Maybe one day,she hopes,he will see itand she hopeshe realizes who it was drawn for.Her heart rips and tearswhen he looks her way.How can he not see?Oh, how her heart rips and tears.She will not cry today.When it is all said and donehis love is gone.And she's all alonewith no where to go.She drowns her sorrowswith doodles of hearts and starsher hopes and dreams are shattered.He's leaving her behindwith another girl on his arm.Her hearts are brokenand her stars are black.Her heart rips and tearswhen he looks her way.How can he not see?Oh, how her heart rips and tears.She's going to cry today.When it's all said and done,his love is gone.And she's all alonewith no where to go.He doesn't see the hurtthat lies in her eyes,he doesn't see the needof him to be by her side.He doesn't realizethat he'll never be lovedlike she loved him.Her heart rips and tearswhen he looks her way.How can he not see?Oh, how her
i'm not one for apologiesthe earth is crashing down around me, the sky is sailing away and my tin can dreams are trailing behind it making as much noise as they can, screaming catch us if you can. i need a friend with talking hands, one who will say what they are feeling as their touch demands. my heart is sinking into my stomach like a billion grains of sand, i'm getting sick, time to turn over, my arms are too weak for hand stands.i don't think you will worry but i'm insisting that you don't; i have made it my goal to get my fingers pinched in doors and my knees constricted by telephone cords. i plan on wounded trials and heavy empty hours displacing the air in my lungs until i wash up on indebted shores. i need a friend who doesn't see me as another chore, i'm getting sick, it's time to turn over, my immune system's too weak for any more.believe me when i say i refuse to be a mess, believe that i am not romantic but an aphrodisiac at best. i can feel birth pains for something bigger, contracting within th
Belonging.crushed antlers and pierced wingsyour palms dirtied over my spineyou sat on the hood of my cara cigarette trapped between your teethand i turned on my windshield wipersas i pulled out of parkand you smirked'he hurt you.''so did everyone else.''but not like he did.'your gaze lingers on my heart without sadness.my nails in your wristand the way you laugh on the couchi sat on the edge of your beda pencil soft behind your earand you turned on jazz musicas you pulled out my notebookand i smirked'fuck.'and your brilliant smile wakes mine still.
Colliding Constellations(You never realize How far you've fallenUntil you hit the ground.) I'm a shattering supernova, Collapsing helplessly, hopelesslyInto a black hole. A falling star, the flaming tailBurning, hurtling Through the atmosphereWith me hanging onFor dear life Against the obliteratingForce of gravity. I'm refusing to let my fingers be pried Away from the cradle of life. Fighting with all I've got(it may be stronger, but I'm madder)And now that I've gone for this long,Giving up doesn't seem noble anymore. Just weak. So I'm holding on with broken nails,(and splintered ribs and bent spine andA cracked heart to boot)Grime from playing dirtyEmbedded deep in my cuticlesAnd my throat choked with Shooting star dust. (Colliding into constellationsOr clawing out of Smoke and broken mirrors)It would all feelThe same to me.
Our Seismic ActivitiesOnce upon a time, every fingerbredth of my skin was covered in the swirls and ridges of your ardent love.I can't help that I crave the sensation of your greedy sepia fingers between my anxious ivory ones, just like the feeling of your chunky cobweb chatter between my eager ears. Those intricate gossamer vows descend as frosty flakes onto burnt cheeks, but lies are lies no matter who tells them. I am but a gullible ghost, a figment of your adoration. You should have pulled your acid tongue out before it pillaged my insides.Mornings taste like caramel, but only when they're ripe. They manifest themselves as sunbeams to dent your sinewy skull. The army of adhesions that are in a state of perpetual war with your forehead make you more stubborn even than Napoleon, and more reckless even than me. In the season of reasonable doubt you cured my fear of the dark. The blackest place I've ever been is the back of your mind.Behind your sugar-glazed eyes there's a map of paradise as you see it.
Your only hope.When you're lonelyWhen you're sadWhen everything goodHas turned into BadWhen EverythingJust turns to dustAnd your heartIs full of rustWhen it all goes wrongAnd you just can't copeThere are people who careAnd they are your hope.
remembering yesterday.i saw a girl, yesterday, sitting on the pavement. her back was against the molding brick, and the leaves were falling around her body like tears, her arms were scrunched up in front of her face, shielding her beauty from the town. there was a fresh scar on her wrist, still bright and burning with pain. i've been in that position many times. so i sat beside her.she moved her arms from her face, and looked at me with her muddy brown eyes, one eye covered with her black hair, and other with tears. her eyeliner had run down her face like a symphony, and no one even stopped long enough to notice-except for me; i understood.we didn't speak. we just focused our eyes on each other. not even a blink came from her or me. it was like a photograph, two people frozen while everyone else around them moved freely. except we didn't smile, or show our tongues, we sat-blank and damaged.she moved closer to me, putting her hand on mine, and her head on my broad, pale shoulder. she trusted me, even thou
That GirlI want those heels.I want to be that girlwho wears sky-high stilettosand a little black dress.I want to be that girlwho makes people break their necks,just trying to catch a glimpse.I want to be that girlwho has men lined up,competing for her attention.But I'm not.I'm that girl who rocks Chuck Taylors.I'm that girl who can never have enoughink in her skin.I'm that girl who doesn't fake tan.When I go out,I pray that just for one nightI can be that drop-dead gorgeous girland impress someone with my lean muscle,my over-done make up,and my drunk demeanorBut everyone knowsI'm faking.Why do I even care?I hate that girlwho acts stupid to be attractive.I hate that girlwho sacrifices her dignityto maintain her reputation.I hate that girlwho only buys designer bags.I hate that girlwho manipulates people like dolls.I'm not that girl.So why do I still want to be her?
BrokenYou broke the promise today,You promised me you wouldn'tYou swore, You jumped off today.I don't know what was going through your head.Except for the bullet piercing your temple.Maybe you were thinking about us,Our first kissWe were both so scared,You told me to look at the stars in the sky,To find the brightest one,You placed your head right next to mine,And called my name,I turned,You turned to me and said"I found it"and then you kissed me.I remember when you went out with him,Just to pretend,You hid under a veil,I drove you to see him,I just wanted you to be happyI watched you,Kiss himUnder our star.He found us,Together,He didn't understand,You explained it was nothing more thanA drunken love,You never will know,How much I loved youI watched him beat you.I tried to stop him,You wouldn't let me.Bruises turned to blood.You came to me,Crying in my arms,I told you everything would be okay,And you told mein your soft v
Six WordsI was lost... He found me.
Reality Is A LieReality Is A LieEveryone and everything is a lie.By AnglaiseRox ♥
My AdviceFor once in your life, live.
I'm The GirlI'm the girl nobody notices because she hides herself from the world.I'm the girl who doesn't have a clue about how to act around the guys she crushes on.I'm the girl who would make an idiot of herself to make others happy.I'm the girl who fears being judged by others.I'm the girl who is plagued by hate for herself.I'm the girl who seems to break everything she lays a hand on.I'm the girl with the red-hot temper and the crushing depression.I'm the girl who liked to talk but never got the courage to follow through with anything.I'm the girl nobody could love because she hid in the shadows.The one who was too shy to communicate with those she didn't know.I'm the girl who wanted to be loved, kissed and hugged.The one who lied constantly and let emotions get the better of her.I'm the girl who wears a mask at every waking moment.I'm the girl who wishes she was somebody else.
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Dictionary You know you're in LOVE when you go to the dictionary cross out "love" and put someone's name instead.
A Human PuzzleI myself am a puzzle, that you can't figure out.You'll never really know what I'm feeling,And no one could ever understand why things hurt.Things I cry over, are silly to other people.I fall hard when I fall, and never has anyone decided to catch me.I crave companionship and friends,My worst nightmare is being abandoned, left by everyone I care about.Pieces of me and my thoughts don't always fit together,Others can't be found. They're strewn about, tossed on the floor.Some people throw me around, not realizing the effects they have.But still I resist. I am too strong, too stubborn.I refuse to be solved,I will never be solved,I can't be solved.
First Meeting?"Do I know you?" "Not yet."
thief of minei'm the queen of thieves;and even so, you've stolen my heart.