Forgiveness, I've found
isn't a conscious effort.
Part of loving someone,
is that everything about them,
big or small, temporary or permanent,
is a part of them:
part of the person you love.
So there's little point apologising to me,
if I love you,
because I love you.

That's all there is to it.

Noose.**

It's almost like our friendship
Is hanging from a thread
And both of us have scissors
But instead of cutting the string,
We're slicing at our minds instead.

You're mouthing along to a song
That holds a memory for you,
And in this moment, I love you
More than I understand;
More than you comprehend.

of pure insecurity
is feeding itself
the tattered remains of my control.

Belonging with you is
Not about being happy
Or sad or calm or
Excited.
I live by your side
That I might not merely
live but **thrive.

In this moment,
My head hurts;
It feels like nails,
And I'd quite like,
To not be breathing,
If it meant no pain.

Please, world
Stop causing pain to those
Who try so hard
To be perfect and normal.

It's the people around them;
These 'normal', 'perfect' people,
The ones who cause the pain

Who ******* well deserve it.

the world outside has a sheet of quiet
floating down on top of it.
the world we have created for ourselves
is small,
and temporary,
but it is *ours.

I want to be happy, so badly.
It hurts other people though.