on sunday, i gave away my guitar
and i didn't expect it to be so hard
didn't expect it to crumble my heart
to know i will never feel those strings again
close my eyes and move my hands
never tune the thing until 2 AM
nathan, please take good care of it
because i love that guitar, but i'm scared to admit
scared that you'll ask again why i quit
scared that you won't keep your promise

in a way
i’m an experiment
a surgical project
i teach the broken boys how to love

they practice on me
they learn to say the right things
to do the right things
and to avoid the wrong things
and how to not say something stupid

the problem is tho
how am i supposed to know
when a boy wants me
and not a lesson
will i even know how to handle it?
or will i freak and leave
how will i know if its real
and not an experiment

it’s getting to the point to where i need a lesson
not on how to love
but how to be truly loved
because i don’t know what that feels like
for the only thing on a guys mind to be me
and not because they want something
but because they want to give me everything

because everytime
he takes what he needs
learns what he wanted to know
and treats the next girl how i would treat him,
perfectly

i wonder if that’s why im here
to teach boys how to love the broken girls
if i’m just supposed to help fix girls ill never even know

i’m trying to come to peace with it
but i’m a broken girl too
i want for a boy to actually fix me
not pretend too

Even if perfection existed,
You'd still find a reason to *****.

I could be love drunk,
Head over heels.
All my other priorities,
I've buried and ditched.

But if the heels aren't red bottoms,
And those rings aren't rocks.
You question the relationship,
Because I "ain't giving you ****."

Little miss,
Have me do it all,
So that you can look it all.

Instagram full of thirst traps.
I'm blocked,
So I can't see it all.

You act nice so that I buy it,
Just for another man to take it off.
Now you play the victim to your friends,
Because I've finally taken off.

It's the new generation love,
You give and you don't get.
But you're expected to keep giving,
Give parts of yourself to every girl you've ******* met.

Now you walk about empty,
Trying to find the next.
Next first love?
Or the next of yet another ex.

I'm an ever changing,
Shapeshifter.

An extroverted,
Introvert.

Selfish,
But i care too much.

Egotistical,
But I cant stand myself.

An *******,
But I'm chivalrous.

I'll be a chameleon.

For you,
I'd change my skin.

I'll be anything you want.

Because I know,
You hate it when I'm myself.



-Tré

No word, no phrase I know—
can truly explain who you are.

In a world of countless stars and skies,
you alone are my guiding star.

Even if I journey the whole wide Earth,
my weary eyes will always come to rest—
on you, and only you.

We live daily -
  each time we choose hope over hurt,
  each time we begin again
  with every breath living a dream

  Death?
  It knocks just once-
  a final hush,
  a curtain call.

  But life -
  life is a myriad scenes
  a million sighs
  and infinite awakenings
  
  So, live and just Live.
  for dying is brief -
  but living is where eternity quietly hides....

six days left to live
and it's getting hard to find
anything left to give
anything left inside
there is no life in these hollow bones
no place i can call my home
i am alone
i am alone

Deep within me
I have a wish and
I pray that it may
Someday come true,
I wish every boy I meet
Is just like you,
Handsome,
With every feature
Perfectly shaped and wonderful,
I wish he has your smile
And that twinkle in your eye,
I wish his voice
Is as lovely as yours
When he talks
And pleasing to the eye
When he walks,
I wish he has the power
To make me smile
The way you do
When I look in your eyes,
‘Cause even from a distance
Boy, you make a girl blush,

I wish I could feel
The warmth in your hands,
And see my face reflected
In your lens,
I wish I could come
Closer to your ear
And whisper to you
Words a boy like you
Should hear,
I wish I could take
Long walks in the township,
Hold you by the hand
And answer your every question
I wish every boy I meet
is just like you
I wish every song I hear
Reminds me of you,
****! I wish
You were that song
In my life,

I wish I knew you so well

I wish I did
I wish you were my man.

i want to fall asleep
under a sky full of stars
out at waypoint, nobody knows where you are
nobody awake for miles around
nothing but the sweet, lulling sound
of crickets and tall grass in the breeze
and that's where i want to fall asleep
that's where i want to quietly bleed
across the gravel, head tipped to the sky one last time
and maybe this time i won't cry
maybe this time i can finally die

"I'm tired," I say,
"That's all."
And in a way, I guess it's true.
In every other way,
It's a lie.

Tonight you ask me
What depression feels like.
I think, then tell you
That it's sort of like
Slowly clicking up a roller coaster hill,
Waiting and waiting to peak,
But never reaching the top.

You seem confused
But don't ask anything else.
Soon enough you're gossiping about
How that girl we know got pregnant.
You don't understand that
I am still climbing that godforsaken hill.

People call me heartless,
Robotic.
I wonder if they realize
How difficult it is to function
When you're not sure if you even exist.

And here I am,
Dodging your politely, forcefully concerned gaze,
As you ask me what's wrong.
"I'm tired," I say,
"That's all."

I wish I could explain depression to you
Once again and scream about
How I wish I could feel anything.
Do you really want to know what depression is like?
Depression is like having a disinterested corpse
Skillfully stowed in the shell of my body.

"You seem so sad lately.
Can't you at least pretend to care?"
Oh, honey, if you only knew.
You ramble on about this and that,
But I'm no longer listening.
You could dig for centuries
And never strike my dying core.

And THAT, my innocent, naive fool,
Is what depression feels like.