Nothing can deter me from you. You are my July and my Winter, my sweet and sour, my skin on skin and everything in between. And I swear I will come to you, and you will wonder where I've been for so long.

I'm home alone
my thoughts are starting to take over
the more I think the slower I breathe
I thought I fell in love again, but I was wrong and now I'm stuck with somebody I can't stand kissing because he isn't you
you ended it 6 months ago, why are you still in my head?
I'm no longer sane
I wish I could love him like I loved you
I don't think I'll ever love again
my life is falling apart
everything is going wrong
my mom kicked me out and I'm not even concerned
because
all I can think about is you
and how it was
and what could've been
but it won't be
because
you don't care
and you never did
you told me you loved me and left 2 weeks later, you don't do that to somebody you love
do you know how bad you messed me up?
all I think about is how much I hate myself for letting you leave
I could've stopped you
but I was so stubborn
I thought you were gonna come back,
you always did
but boy was I wrong
I think I'll miss you forever
but then again
they say time heals all wounds,
so how much longer do I have to wait?

I really want you to love me.
Or maybe it's just 3:33am.

I wish I wasn't
But I am

                      I wish you weren't
                      But you are

I wish we were
But we'll never be


                     It's not you
                     It's not me

I wish I'd stop wishing
for things that cannot be

there i was
standing on the edge
of the earth
rolling away from  the sun

frozen in the doorway
of a dream
with twilight
pouring over me

flood waters churning
dust and mud
tumbling through
the dessicated planes

carrying life away
as quickly as it came

They said his steps sounded like the ticking of a time bomb.

Her knees were in the dirt.
Blood, sweat and tears filled the earth,
and the sky cracked open.
Come closer, it said.
She shook her head, remembering the slow steps of her father’s father. The yellow fingers that toyed with the fabric between buttons,
The bruises that she wore on her abdomen.
The fear.
The pain.
It’s all the same,
it’s all the same.