forward

i'm nothing but the empty space between what you wanted and what you got

i cannot be loved i am unlovable. how could one love an undead soul

one day you'll crawl to me and i'll say "yes, come home."

please stop loving me because i know i can't stop loving you and i know soon enough one of our hearts will break into two

i think of you and my lips pucker my friends know this they call me a sucker they look at me with awe wanting to feel the way i do but then again that's how i wish you'd feel too

i fell into you

no empathy, no remorse just a whole lot of love and an angelic voice

'i love you' now has a bitter aftertaste.

I’m not suicidal I swear; I just need to get out of here.

I dreamed about you last night different name and different face same intent (I guess calling it a dream is giving you too much credit, but you get it) I woke up at 4 am in a cold sweat it's 10 am and that's as bad as it got I guess I've learned to cope by now but my appetite's been gone for days I guess that was the preamble or what not

what if I loved you too much to bear if I loved you a little less, would you still be here? if I told you I hated you in every other word every time you opened your mouth that's all I ever heard would that pacify your need for validation? would that validate your form of sedation? well fuck that, I'm passionate and loud and it took me so long, but at last I am proud I love with the intensity of tidal waves I destroy landmarks and fill the darkest caves I love with gentleness of rain I skitter gently across your skin to distract from the pain I love with the ferocity of forest fire after all, destruction is the source of desire I love with the glow of candlelight a gentle companion during the night I love with the rage of a storm yet I'll sweep you off your feet and carry you home I love with the giddiness of the breeze I'll ruffle through your hair with childlike ease I love with the tremble of earthquakes bow down when you hear the ground shake I love with the wholesomeness of trees my love branches out as far as one sees I loved you too much, my dear you carried too much hate for me to bear.

you cannot avoid your shortcomings you must look directly at them and ask yourself 'how can I do better?' hopefully you'll have an answer to that question I have yet to find mine.