it's 2:30 and **** i should be asleep but i prefer talking to you because **** you're worth it.

i often find myself grasping at the necklace you got me as if someday it will just be gone and i want to keep it close because it reminds me of you and **** you're worth it.

when i was little i always tried to catch butterflies and now i can feel the flutter of wings whenever i talk to you and i can only hope that i won't mess this up because **** you're worth it.

You wonder
why I wiggle
so much
why my legs
bounce,
and my hands
twitch.
Truth is,
my mind
can't slow down
It doesn't know
how to take a day off,
its far too good
at tormenting me
more and more
with each
passing second.

-JRM

She cries late
                  every night
     Turns off all the
                           lights
         Sits in bed
bawls
             her eyes out
      in the dark
Cutting out pieces
      of her heart
No one can see
                          the scars
           of her sewing
back up her chest
       Soon she will be
             an empty shell
        Hopefully
                    putting her soul to rest
If her heart
                    is no longer there
It can't get broken,
              right?
If no one can see
                          the tears
Then she never cried,
                     right?