books are my escape
they paint roses with words
they capture stories in full color
they tell you of loves no one can see
they remind me the world isn't always so bad
but they also show you that when it is bad its always the worst

if i loved you
there would be rules
like we cant tell them
like we have to take it slow
like you will learn my body language please respond accordingly
but perhaps your willing perhaps you understand
that our love would have to be
star crossed hidden behind a sheet
as if its not even there
but perhaps we can make this work
a hidden love
just until I'm old enough
that when i say this is what i want
and them not tell me I'm to young

loving is hard,
but screaming will always make it worse
I hear your words
but they burn when you scream them
puncturing the drums in my ears

loving is hard,
but you make it worse
if you say you love me
why would you say goodbye

loving is hard,
but I'm breaking out
I wont let you control me
even if its for the best

loving is hard,
but fighting makes it worse
I wish for one day
this love we have
didn't have to hurt

roses are red, violets are blue
i hate myself for being in love with you
I cant make you smile
you will not stay for awhile
so why do I force myself into your arms
why do I accept when thoughts of you swarms
so roses are red, violets are blue
I hope that one day I can get over you

lost
broken
hopeless
strung out
that's what you would say
if you could see under
the costume I'm forced to wear
the mask I must wear
so that you don't see what has gone wrong

the sun will rise
even when your in pain
even when your broken
even when the emotions welling in your stomach start to strangle you
the sun will rise

I look in your eyes
and suddenly I'm swept into a world
where we never collide
and I start to feel like I'm missing out on my whole life
cause I ran and I danced and I felt alright
but I promise that after the end
I will stand taller
because even though its making me sick
we can heal