I only have two friends in this world.

Jesse and Christina.

I pray for them everyday.

All they rest have gone away.

Because I'm tired of all the lying.

I'm tired of all the drama.

I just want to be happy.

Is that such a problem?

Apparently.

Who are you to worm your way into my life?
Who are you to stick your nose into my business?
Who are you to scar me with your knife?
Who are you to laugh at my skins thinness?

Why are you so incredibly invasive?
Why are you so undeniably malicious?
Why are you so desperate to be hated?
Why are you so harshly vicious?

Who am I to be unreasonably attacked?
Who am I to be relentlessly victimized?
Who am I to have my foundation cracked?
Who am I to have to be the only one civilized?

Why am I forced to still deal with your immaturity?
Why am I still having to defend myself against your blows?
Why am I being attacked because of your insecurity?
Why am I dealing with these questions I've posed?

"The simplest way to describe love is probably when you feel like, just being around them, you're at home.
You forget about everything else.
Everything fades away except their presence and your presence.
You give everything just to spend a minute with them.
You sacrifice sleep some nights just in case they need you at all.
You get a warm feeling inside of your chest whenever you hear their voice and when they're talking about something they're passionate about, you can't stop smiling and all your attention is on them.
They know all the right things to say and never fail to remind you that they exist and love you with every fiber of their being.
You never feel nervous around them, or get butterflies, nor does your heart beat out of control.
You're calm and relaxed."

I see things in the clouds,
pretty things,
scary things,
sometimes just shapes and fluff.
I feel things becasue of the clouds,
weightlessness,
lightheartedness,
sometimes just nothing.
I think about things because of the clouds,
flying far away,
how lovely that would be,
sometimes just mesmerized into sleep.

Love is
Holding hands
On green pastures
As your feet
Meets
The blades of grass
Tickling
Right to your heart.

Love is
Running on the sand
Towards the clear blue
Waters
That keep both your
Soul
As fluid as the waves.

Love is
Kisses in the morning
Followed
By endless smiles
As
The two stare into
Each
Other's eyes.

You know what's good
About love?
Love is chaotic
Love is not cemented
Love is different
For each different people
And
Love will unite two
People who feel love
The same way.
Whether it'll be at
An art gallery
At an orchestra
At a concert
Or even in a house.

My love
Is someone who
Will skydive with me
Staring into my eyes
And as we land
They ask me
'You're ok right?',
And we kiss
As I interrupt
The kiss with a joke
(if I knew I'd get a kiss
I'd drop you from a plane
More often
Or some
Other method,
Just to see her smile)
So we both
Laugh while looking
At each other.
Then again
I haven't found my
True definition
Of love as yet,
It could be as simple
As writing a poem
Together
Or reciting a poem
To each other
Or the simplistic
Idea of just giving
Feedback to a poem.
Love strikes like
A misdirected
Arrow,
For love is chaotic
But beautiful.
I love you.

Contrary to popular belief,
depression is the best pain killer there is.
It forces itself down your throat,
and canon-***** into your stomach.
Ripples chills throughout your body,
that's when you know it's starting to work.
It pulses through your veins,
numbness radiating through you.
Soon,
there is no pain.
It will consume you until there is nothing left,
just the hollow shell
of a once
happy
girl.