and he knows exactly the way to make me smile, *its not that hard.

where do you go when those colors and that safe place isn't
there anymore?

Burn burn burn
I've never tasted fire until I tasted thee

When in Love
you know that when you
accidentally stick ******* in,
you kiss her all over and
say "I'm sorry" and
"I love you" more times
than you could ever
imagine.

I'm sure most of you have noticed that my name is Ray on here now, and I would really appreciate it if those who know me in real life to start using Ray as often as possible. It would make me quite happy :) thank you!

and through waves, others in the universe will hear us.

They know....
they know
I'm done.
Finished.
My family is ruined with the image of their
Little girl being touched.
Why'd you tell?
Why?

I miss him so
much that I
actually prayed
about him
(I never pray
so this is
weird.)

I was hoping for a 'hello'
But instead I got a
Goodbye.

Autumn
Was the time I fell.

Winter
Was the time I knew.

Spring
Was when I tried to understand.

Summer
If I meant anything to you.

i am in pain everywhere
and i am trying to
make it better and
heal as much as possible but
you make it harder to do that
because new wounds are harder to stitch
and these gaping holes
are spewing blood all over.

i am burning everywhere
because you keep lighting me on fire
and you love to watch me burn
this inferno won't die down
i was foolish to call you my
home.

i am limping
from the knives you've
thrown at me with your words
and the scratches all over indicate that
you don't mind washing my blood
from under your fingernails
as long as it means
you won't have to
deal with my pain
later on.

i am throwing up
all the ****** intentions that you've
sent into my body through your
kisses and i am
closing the door that i left open
for you

because i believed you already owned a
key to my heart when in reality
you stole it from someone else.

and just stop wondering if we were meant to be, forget about fate and just hold me.

You kiss my lips like how you kiss my heart.

my life is a tragedy.
it is something unavoidable...
something i just simply cannot
escape.

and i forget about the world around me when I'm with you.
you make me feel a little less blue.

Black holes aren't always in space, sometimes they are in our own hearts, and they sure as hell are more dangerous there than in the middle of our galaxy.

i'll never be enough
i'll never be the first choice
and i'll never be one again
was i ever actually one?

i'm not sure
i just know that
blades seem to know
exactly what to
say.

Not going to admit it but
I'm falling for you all over
again.

You know those movies where
when the girl walks in and she is
incredibly beautiful and
the boy she likes sees her
and he does something dramatic like
dropping whatever is in his hands or
stuttering on his words?

That just happened,
But to me.

would art help me tame this beast or only add fuel to the fury in my fire?

he likes that we can sit in a comfortable silence together
and he likes that i can talk his ear off about the universe
he likes that i call him cute and that i think he's cute
he likes my hair, whether its short or long
and he likes my lips, he says they're beautiful
oh, and he likes that i read a lot, he says it shows how intelligent i am
and well...he says he likes me
and i like that....
i like him.

The Angels cry at the lost of their beloved.
For a dying heart does not mean
That they will enter Heaven soon.
It just means that there is now less
Life in the world.

"But I tell you that men will give an account on the day of judgment for every careless word they have spoken."

They don't count,
Do they?

Seems to me like we're
F
  A
     L
        L
           I
             N
                G
But to where?
I don't know.
Most likely
Down
Or possibly even
In love.

How can one be
So sure?

Stop ******* reminding me

And if her lips were the sea
then I have surely drowned.

Knowledge only whets our interest and increases our wonder.

Her eyes switched from
lust to love in a matter of
seconds. I cannot describe the
things I felt in that moment
of time and I do not think
that I ever can.

sticking my head in an oven sounds like heaven, but i can't go, i can't do it. I promised i'd stay to so many, i can't break it...

now I'm the one crying and cleansing this new bed that doesn't know the feel of your skin on it with my hot tears and endless, muffled screams.

my heart and head keep screaming at me.
no amount of medicine will help me sleep nor
drown out this noise called
heartbreak.

It's hard to forget a year worth of love and memories, wouldn't you agree?

the future is unclear, but I know what I want.

I haven't listened to the song since you've left, and I guess it's just because I'm afraid of what will happen if I do: will I sob uncontrollably or will I not even be phased by the song that brought us together?

I'm very much in love with my myself.

he's dangerous, such a dangerous kind of man.
you can see it in his eyes, sometimes they almost seem evil.
while they may be soft, his hands tell a whole another story.
when his hands touch me, the darkness in his fingertips seeps through
and they stain me with black blotches and unheard of obscenities.
like a piece of paper, he writes all over me with a dark ink that cannot be erased.
everyone can see the marks that he's made, and those he continues to make all over me.
he is dangerous, and he is the ink that you see all over me today.

Look at number #14
I've cried countless times
because of it.

you calm my heart and remind me of who I am