I stepped to the edge then
Taking in the water below
and slowly, I stepped away
and fell in love with the end.
Very Sad TruthIt is a very sad truth
some will say
that she reached out for help
And when no hand
ever reached back
she kicked out the chair
and a rope cut her slack
And people were sad
and some of them cried
but no one prevented
the day that she died
easierAs the harsh words roll off your tongue
the tongue you do so much good with
that speaks volumes, in deep thought
and easy tone
I bite my own
in silence I will stay
ignoring the bitterness of your words
for I know in an hour you'll apologize
and we'll go about our day
It's just easier that way
Stand Near MeThe color of jade and your smile
And the way you get close
now and then
And the little things you do to pretend
And maybe I'm just reading in
to something false in the end
But then the twenty questions came
And the little smile when I say your name
And the excuses that you make
to stand around and wait
And let's be honest about something
you're the guy who's always teased
Because the thing about me
As I am sure you will see
I only want you for you
and I'm willing to wait for it true
I'm not the girl who does crazy deeds
I'm the quiet one that reads
I'm not the Ambercrombie girl
I'm the kind who will save the world
and silently I'll wait
And when you want me
the chance you'll take
just another guyYou asked me what changed
Why I can now look you in the eye
You used to give me butterflies
Then I learned you're just a guy
the matchI want to be the match
that lights the fire inside
I want to be the slow breath
that ignites the passion you hide
and slowly I want to take you
burn you to a smoldering coal
where heat finds itself rooted
in an exuberant throe
I am a writer.And I don't even care
if the world hears my story.
All I want to do
is put my ink to paper
and stain the white with all the things
you said to me
and watch the paper blacken
until you can't see the lines,
because I am a writer.
And I always carry my pen
so I can stain the world with my stories
the way you stained me.
I'll see you in the pages.
I Ship UsI can not measure our love
in words, but in how tight
we hug when we finally
see each other again. There
is starshine in your smile
and I could swear that you
are Aurora, wreathed in
beauty, but with less sleeping
and more ass-kicking.
You are kind and selfless,
a true paragon of love
and a goddess of all things
good. where most have blood,
you have eternal love.
all the light in the world
is simply not enough
to express the light
your friendship and
love bring to me.
Passion and excitement
exude from everything
that you do and you pour
your heart into; everything you
make, everything you touch.
When we first met, there wasn't
a doubt in my mind that I
had found one of my soulmates,
someone who could laugh
over puns and obsess over
pokemon, someone who wouldn't
judge me on anything I'd done.
A kind soul that is there
for all to see. One that has
been scarred and one I
wish to protect. Everything
you do becomes better
simply by your being there.
You are the reason I believe
in friends b
AthenaTeach me how to be soft.
Like Monet paintings.
All pastel and water color
So easily washed away.
But so breath takingly pretty.
Teach me how to be quiet. (Ha!)
Like the breeze whistling through the trees.
Delicate and belonging to Spring.
Turn my hurricane winds into something you can handle.
Teach me how to be beautiful.
A paper cut out doll from your magazines, so easily ripped in to two.
But don't I look so nice in this dress?
Make my hair like silk
Instead of a mess of tangled curls.
Take your burning hot flat irons and turn every fiery red head knot into golden blonde.
Style it until I look like a Hollywood princess.
Sick and utterly gorgeous.
Am I perfect to you now?
You took my storms and made me into a colorless July sky.
But you tell me 'Smile honey'
Cameras go 'Snap snap snap'
And I can hear my heart beat in them.
You've taught me this since I was born.
But I know better now.
My pretty is unique
Like wild flowers and thunderstorms.
Vibrant and loud.
And I will not be tamed,
Gentle EdgesDarling..be gentle with my edges,
they may be sharp and rough,
but they are a big part of me
that made me strong when I was weak.
HumanDying sun and the birth of the moon.
Foxes playing in the snow and ancient memories.
Receiving presents and getting drunk in the daylight.
Useless criticism and sad songs.
White weddings and pale funerals.
Kind words and happy endings.
Heartbreak, success, failure, death and happiness.
A good book and life in general.
Simple things like that can make you cry.
And that's okay.
You're not made of stone and iron,
you're not a cold, heartless machine...
You're just human.
And that's more than okay.
Just A GirlShe just a broken girl that
pours her secrets into the night
in the form of melodies and
the fire that burns so bright.
She's just a naive girl that
writes random heartbreaking art and
tries to keep her heart from
She's just a girl that
tries so hard to survive in the world
filled with two-faced people and
endless inner wars that keep on burning..
speak up before it's too lateit saddens me deeply
how the difference
between making your life
and taking your life
is a single letter
remember the importance
speak up before it's too late
Disappearing Piece By PieceClosed doors.
Memories in scars.
Tears that fall unheeded,
and wishes from afar.
Disappear, oh Disappear.
Voices in my head,
I cannot entertain you.
I cannot end up dead.
You know that I won't stay forever,
so you up the Pain.
I still don't understand you,
though I know what you seek to gain.
You cannot have my body,
it's under my control...
and though you whittle away the pieces,
and I'm no longer whole...
I'm stronger than you think me,
stronger than I know.
Damn you Shadows!
I do not want to go!
I want to stay,
I want to see!
Please, oh please...
Dazzling ParagraphsI can feel the thunder in my mind and icy rivers in my veins.
The soft wind in my hair and the ocean's breath in my lungs.
I can still feel your burning touch in the cold, gentle rain.
And your hands, I can feel them everywhere and that makes me shiver.
I can feel the stars shake when you look at me in the dark moonlight.
I can feel those dazzling paragraphs that you write with your lips on my neck.
I can still taste that scandal that you call a kiss.
I write for you and my words are sparking madness in my heart and my soul.
I write about you because I know that at one time we had it all and that gives me hope.