If only Beauty weren't capitalized in my vocabulary.
But it is...
And I can't change it. :/

My eyes glance down at the empty page
No words come to me
My hands shake
I can't disappoint
But I have no inspiration
The light bulb is dark above my head
I can't think
I can't write
Until I am again
Inspired

You know what kind of guy I want?
Preferably a guy in high school
A guy who's only hobbies don't include
drinking and smoking and getting high
who hasn't fallen into that trap
and I mean really, that's so f!cking mainstream
but those are more prerequisites I guess
The REAL type of guy I want
is a guy who breaks down my walls
because honestly
I have never let a guy in
and told him my secrets
and I never will, immediately
but a guy who keeps pushing
kindly and politely,
but manages to break down my walls.
entirely.
enough for me to show him my darker side.
because not everyone realizes I have one
but for a boy
to actually succeed in breaking down
the walls I always put up.

too bad that will never happen.
after all, why would they care enough
to even try.

Winter frost whispers
Ice tracing the window pane
Shimmering silence

***! You are SO pretty! It's too bad you're a massive ***** and step on other people to get yourself to the top not caring how horrible you make everyone feel.

You're gone and no amount of music will bring you back to me.

How could you have stopped my fall if you were the one who pushed me.