And you set yourself on fire
(again, and again, and again.)
Because the feeling
is worth getting burned.
Because a life without feeling
that you have /lived/
is not much of a life at all.

Do you feel real,
Without their validation?

My veins flood with vitriol
Again and again and again.
Untill i am nothing more
Then a body left to decay,
and a heart bound to shatter
Under the starlight.

and ill give you
one last chance
to show you can love me
the way you would a fire

and ill let you be the arson
to whatever we are gasoline boy

if you know there is more to love
than burning me out of my body

than breaking apart my ribs
for a look beneath at my heart

you are as slick with desperation as you are love,
but i have only ever been hurt
and i do not intend to become another statistic
in another raging wildfire.

She does not expect you to care.
She does not expect the world,
To remember she was ever there.

and I know words can’t describe
what I feel for you, but writing it out
is the only way I can handle it all
the paper is the chance to be known
and the pen is the voice I never had

words can’t describe what I lived
the hell of getting through it
or the heaven that was at the end
but it is enough for it to finally feel real

You pray to heavens you dont believe in, asking for forgivness from gods you think are fake.

And every day I wake
And every day I sleep
And everyday I wish for you
To love me again