Thoroughly discouraged by reality

I guess we both placed each other on pedestals. The only difference Was that I made your's out of stone And you placed me on glass.

I’m very difficult to love.

It's been quite sometime since I've felt "okay". Lately, I've just been "bearable".

Sometimes, I want to rip your eyes right out of their sockets So that they'll stop seeing How much more beautiful everyone else is around me. Other times, I just want to cuddle up and be alone with you, Maybe cry on your shoulder in the silence of the night; Because I can no longer contain this sin called "Envy".

Maybe it's just me, But I find it very hard to be poetic about sex.

They told him that he could only have her once they ripped away her innocence Her beauty Her kindness And her morals Once she was broken and bruised Beyond repair Beyond utter recognition. He smiled, And willingly took her anyway.

You told me you believed in me, but you turned right around and threw my insecurities at my skin, like broken, splintered pencils.

I just want my tight-muscled legs to relax from the cold, the creamy scent of hot chocolate wafting in the air, and for the pain to leave me alone for a little while.

For you, my heart palpitates, my brain disintegrates, my emotions fluctuate, my morals die.