once upon a never, i met a boy so clever

for two summers straight, this smile never left my face

it was difficult to interpret, at the time we were preoccupied

i let our demons swallow me whole, yet he will never die

i got so angry at my weakness

he never even flinched

i cut him open and stabbed his heart with a safety pin

over and over again

i tasted the blood of his sins

the only sin he did not make himself

was the sin of falling for me

do you know what it's like to be the monster under someone's bed?

do you know what it means to be turned out of your home for very understandable reasons?

and no matter how hard you try

you'll never ever get back inside?

i cry.

discovery, you taught me to succeed

i discovered your body and you'd never let me bleed

i was so thankful to have you in my life

i still see your face in the sunshine

smooth talk, you're happy now

i'd never want to let you down

but there's something missing where i am

i think that you belong here

no more shackles hold us down

there's a future ahead, no more falling now

but i'm still here, on the very ground

the one you threw me out on

i can't blame you at all

this has become my home

do you know what it's like to be sorry?

do you know what it's like to grow up because of a mistake?

i'm sure that i can love you

what i'm unsure of is how i could ever love anyone else

i don't see myself crossing over

i want to sink deep inside of you

There is a moment in almost everyone’s life when they learn to blend in. Accepting the claptrap of truth itself. If we are all separate, all one of one of another, why is it exaggerated as if we mustn’t clash? If you walk into an art museum, you see many pieces of work. Some compliment the entire painting, others clash with silent ferocity. We were sculpted like artwork, yet if our veins are knotted we must suffer the consequences of the non-appealing .If the truth was that we could unravel ourselves and repair the calamities, we would all be roy-g-biv. That is not the truth, however, there is no unraveling, only folding, tightening, making solid who and what we are. There are so many people in this world that have their eyes closed, and will never realize it. My heart burns with fire for these people. They are truly missing out on the splendor that lies from grassroots to the interior of this earth. So closed minded that urgency is all they know. “Hurry!” To hasten is all their spirits have ever tasted. I want you to breathe. I want you all to breathe and look up at the clouds in the sky above you. There can be freedom if it is what you want. If you re afraid of captivity, that is what you will live. Life is only what you make ir, or, life is all that you make it. Your path doesn’t have to be perverse through obstacles. Oh but it is! Sometimes I even say those words. To speak is to verbally express to the best of one’s ability what they feel so strongly… I’ve become quiet. I’m smiling. There is patience and peace around and above me… I enjoy this life.

stretching this fork in the road, because i'm not ready to make a decision

you know it's time to turn around when safety comes at such a high price

what creates this apprehension?

i'm so sorry i brought you here, your hands are as cold as ice.

i've wrapped you inside this heart of mine

you're the only person it could ever keep inside

it- the lantern, you- the light

i promise not to let you die.

our bones are like yarn, turns out i was wrong

you can only be cold for so long

there are many things that i overstudy, you're one of them. i tried testing my vulnerability, to prove that i'd make a real great actress one day. i got too caught up with the fact that the simple things we say create what lasts. i never meant for my teenage spell to last that long. when you mess around with fiction, everything will always turn out wrong. all i have are my words, though i'll never reach you with a song.

but, you aren't coming home ever again. i'm a character in your fairy tale of sin.

i think you have your own role, i believe there are things you hide.

i want to know them... as i study you forever.

You don't know what's best for me.

It's so dangerous to be angry with yourself. Agression can only be bottled in for so long. If you shake up a bottle of Dr. Pepper for an hour, and then open it.... oh my gawd.

So. I'm not supposed to be confused?

So. I'm supposed to be happy and thankful for everything in my life.

I'm not a slave to a world that doesn't give a shit.

I don't care if your world is ending today, bcuz i wasn't invited to it anyway

you said i tasted famous, so i drew you a heart

but now, i'm not an artist- i'm a fucking work of art

you wanted perfect, you got your perfect.

what's my name

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Small simple safe price

Rise the wake and carry me with all of my regrets

This is not a small cut that scabs and dries and flakes and heals

and I'm not afraid to die

I'm not afraid to bleed, and fuck and fight

I want the pain of payment

what's left but a section of pigmy size cuts

much like a slew of a thousand unwanted fucks

would you be my little cut?

would you be my thousand fucks?

and make mark leaving space for the guilt to be liquid

to fill and spill over and under my thoughts

my sad sorry selfish cryout to the cutter

LOVE IS NOT LIKE ANYTHING

ESPECIALLY A FUCKING KNIFE

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Is that what you call a get away?

well, tell me what you got away with

I've seen more spine in jellyfish

I've seen more guts in eleven year old kids

so have another drink and drive yourself home

I hope there's ice on all the roads

and you can think of me when you forget your seatbelt

and again when your head goes through the windshield

and is that what you call tact?

you're as subtle as a brick in the small of my back

so let's end this call

end this conversation

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I'LL PUT A LITTLE SOUR IN YOUR SWEET