I don’t want the world
Nor the moon
Or stars

I want you

I abso-*******-lutley want to freaking **** myself at the moment

Even angels would fall for you

Burn, and let the sparks engulf you
Scorching your skin
In order to strengthen your mind

My mind has consumed my being

The soft press of his lips to mine
Hands cradle my face as if he’s afraid
He’ll break me
And though I try not to be
I’m afraid too

Isn't it sad when flowers are picked?
To destroy a life for a short time of entertainment

I chased after you
But you disappeared
And I never had a chance
To catch up

For I couldn’t follow you
Where you were going

You weren’t going to
The ends of Earth
You were going beyond

But you needn’t worry
It might take me a
Little while

But one day
I’ll follow you
There as well

It was not fun having a close friend named inferiority and an acquaintance called depression.

If you stare long enough
You’ll start to notice the cracks
So please,
Look away.

I didn’t think love was suppose to hurt

Something dangerous is in the curve of her lips.
I wonder what my name would sound like coming from them,
how her tongue might wrap around the letters,
if she'd chew on the syllables.

It could be hers. If she wanted it.

She walks around the city now with the weight of a dead man’s armor on her back.
Sometimes it feels so heavy she can't breathe.
She feels the weight of a dead man’s armor on her back and the weight of a dead man’s memory and she wonders how she’s going to survive this.

"They are dead," he says.
"And you are alive and have been for eons.
When will you stop walking amongst the ghosts?"

the stars stuck to my ceiling
don’t glow in the dark anymore

all the city lights combined
would only be half
as bright as you

you are... good.
good in a way i think i’ve forgotten how to be.

The sky isn’t the only thing crying tonight

I miss the feeling of excitement
Of not being able to sleep because I’m too busy waiting for tomorrow
Of furiously reading a book to know the ending
And that feeling has slowly waned over the years
And now with school out
I have nothing to look forward to
I’m only 15, but I’m already so tired
I miss wanting to be awake
Even if it’s just for a little while longer

you were not meant to be a dying star,
not when you could burn as brightly as the sun

we acted as though we held all the time in the world in the palms of our calloused hands

I can see it in your eyes
And I can taste it in your lips
I feel it on your wrists
Why are you in such pain?

When do I stop liking getting hurt?
How do I stop seeing pain as proof

I have not felt very real since I've come here

He couldn't move.
His body wouldn't let him.
He couldn't focus on anything
But her and the color red.

the world stops for no one,
but, maybe, it might
slow down for us, my love

I love you but I don’t want you

Those who challenge the sun
Will only burn in its glory

Love is not a complicated word
And yet it caused all this trouble

fraying bandages adorn my fingers in place of glistening jewels

Have you ever been seated in class and just wondered what if?
What if I just stood up and walked out
What if I threw my desk
What if I shouted and interrupted the teacher
Would it be worth it to just scream?
Alas, we know the answer to this question
We’d be sent down to the office
We’d be yelled at and punished
And so,
We stay seated.

Why is it that the best people have the worst luck?