You lose her when you forget to remember the little things that mean the world to her;
The sincerity in a stranger’s voice during a trip to the grocery,
The delight of finding something lost or forgotten like a sticker from when she was five,
The selflessness of a child giving a part of his meal to another,
The scent of new books in the store,
The surprise short but honest notes she tucks in her journal and others you could only see if you look closely.

You must remember when she forgets.
You lose her when you don’t notice that she notices everything about you;
Your use of the proper punctuation that tells her continuation rather than finality,
Your silence when you’re about to ask a question but you think anything you’re about to say to her would be silly,
Your mindless humming when it is too quiet,
Your handwriting when you sign your name in blank sheets of paper,
Your muted laughter when you are trying to be polite,
And more and more of what you are, which you don’t even know about yourself, because she pays attention.

She remembers when you forget.
You lose her for every second you make her feel less and less of the beauty that she is.
When you make her feel that she is replaceable.
She wants to feel cherished.
When you make her feel that you are fleeting.
She wants you to stay.
When you make her feel inadequate.
She wants to know that she is enough and she does not need to change for you, nor for anyone else because she is she and she is beautiful, kind and good.

You must learn her.
You must know the reason why she is silent.
You must trace her weakest spots.
You must write to her.
You must remind her that you are there.
You must know how long it takes for her to give up.
You must be there to hold her when she is about to.
You must love her because many have tried and failed.
And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept.

And, this is how you keep her.

Look at you;
So flawless,
So beautiful in and out.
You feel lost because you lost the boy you love.
But you craved freedom more than anyone in the world.
You love but you cannot hold on.
It has to do with the fear you have of losing your life soon.
But you need to know that a beautiful soul like you deserves happiness and people who appreciate the naked soul.
Because its nothing about ******* yourself and giving them a bitter taste of the loneliness you experience when you aren't with him.
You need to believe that you're worth the love he is giving you, because that cage he put around you, is a loving protective shield, keeping you away from poisoning all the other boys.
Your addictive poison. He gets high on your poison, craves it, loves it even though it might end up killing him on the inside.
Darling, you're all of our poison.

I've never felt so genuinely sad
It's almost beautiful

"You have that medicine I need.
Shoot it up, straight through the heart please."

He flashed his million dollar smile, and took my soul away with ease
Licking the surface of my cold skin, as it trembled with deficiency

He left a trail of love bruises down my neck and chest
"Please don't hurt me," I dared to suggest

His bruises were his way of saying "Mine."
I closed my wet eyes, and counted slowly to nine

He never understood me after all
All I wanted was to be wanted
Not by him, but by them all

Ever caught yourself halfway falling for someone?
It feels like you've just been pricked by the most beautiful rose, the beauty of it puts you in awe, but the blood frightens you. You smile but all you can think of is how the person before them made you smile like that. You wish you could just hold them, feel their presence around you but you want to stay safe and alone. They're your idea of a perfect escape from reality and everything painful because everything real that you've experienced has left you broken and in the dirt. Despite everything, you're still sitting there looking at the beautiful rose, you remove everything painful about it and sit there with pure beauty and perfection because this rose is exactly what you are when you're with this person. You two, are this combined, pure, beauty.

Sitting in the pouring rain, smoking my last cigarette
Holding back tears that seem to be suffocating me

I am my worst nightmare

If we existed in different dimensions
I would be the one that failed to be anything extraordinary

I would be the one that cared too much, and trusted too easily
The one who swore she wouldn't become this way
The one who let herself go, and winced at the pain of the world crashing on top of her

I could have been so much more

Maybe this dimension is too much for me
Perhaps I would be better off not being here at all