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Another ChanceShe's broken.
Betrayed more than once.
She's smart and pretty,
And locked away in a different world.
One where she feels safe,
Where her passions bloom,
And her demons can't haunt.
Unsure of where to turn.
She needs a guide,
A sturdy anchor,
A trustworthy friend.
I've messed up before,
Payed the consequences.
Could it be,
That this could turn into,
A second chance,
For the both of us?
Drink away your lifeDrown away your sorrows,
In liquids gold and red.
Don't entertain the worry,
That you might just end up dead.
Because everything's a catastrophe.
Nothing turns out right.
They're the perfect opportunities,
To indulge in the Devil's delight.
'Ignorance is bliss,' They say,
Intoxication hand in hand.
Trying to live a hazy life,
When in fact you can't even stand.
But have another glass my friend,
Take just one more shot.
Because you've become that person,
That society forgot.
SheShe's mean and always angry
She's heartless and bitchy too.
But more than anything else,
She's insecure and embarrassed.
She's nervous and often ashamed
She wants to control her actions
She wishes so much she could change.
She knows they shouldn't phase her,
The words that cut like knives.
She's tried to just ignore them,
But the truth, it stings like ice.
She's aware that she isn't perfect,
She knows she'll never be close.
She wants to accept who she's grown to be
Before more people dampen her hopes.
I see her every day in the mirror.
Most days I'd like to smash the glass.
How does this Heart work?How can my heart break,
If it wasn't ever whole?
How can my heart shine,
If it isn't made of gold?
How can my heart melt from something,
If it's made of stone and and ice?
How can my heart beat for you,
If all it does is cry?
Cry and bleed and pray for light,
From the desolation of my soul.
Tell me, how is it my heart can break,
If it was never truly whole?
Don't let me push you awayWhat made me think that I could have it?
What made me think I could fit in?
What made me think that I deserved it?
What made me think that I would belong?
How do I manage to do this?
Why do I even try?
How do I always mess things up?
Why can’t I just get it right?
Who in here would believe me,
If I said I’d made a new friend?
Who in here would believe me more,
If I manage to lose them in the end?
Some days it’s my emotions.
Some days it might be theirs.
Some days there are no misgivings.
Some days are to hard to bear.
Those times we laughed,
Those nights I’ve cried,
That time you held me close....
I wouldn’t trade them for the world,
So please, oh please....
...Don’t let me make you go.
Roses, Red RosesThe prettiest of roses,
With petals painted red.
Dripped and dropped and tainted so,
By open wounds that bled
Opened fresh, right at the heart,
It bleeds straight from the soul.
Colored crimson, drenched in passion,
With a fragrance, graceful and bold.
Blood of sadness and blood of pain,
Of loves once hopeful, lost.
Delicate roses, they’re tainted red.
Beauty, at such a great cost
Start OverIf you lost everything, where would you go?
Think of what you have,
Who you are,
Where you've been.
If it was all stolen from you, what would you do?
Open your eyes,
Wipe away the tears,
Look at the world anew.
Taking the first steps,
You're a child again,
Walking into a better you.
Breathing in the air,
But you yourself are pure.
Find your strength,
Pick the lock,
And go right through that door.
Maybe you'll run in to your old self.
Over there on the other side.
Tell them hello and then good-bye,
No longer are they worth your time.
Cause who you were, it just fell through,
You're in a better place.
Starting over, a brand new life
Trust me, it's been worth the wait.
Can't DealMy greatest fear in life is rejection.
I know it's not very poetic to just come out and say it,
But I'm not going to search the depths of my mind,
For some charming analogy to mask it with.
There is nothing charming about such a fear.
Going with the flow yet weary of the current.
It's all about the eyes for me.
They judge, they cry, glare through the heart.
I don't believe I can handle such things.
To Hell if it's a stranger though,
It's those souls who truly know me.
So paranoid, concealed by confidence.
I'm strong, unphased, intimidating even.
They can't tell its only on the outside.
Building up these qualities to hide behind,
They'll be the end of me, crumble all about.
Passive nearly to the point of pain.
Me and You and what Love might be.If love was a color,
Would I find it in your eyes?
If love was a lyric,
Would I read it off your lips?
If love was like rain,
Would yours soak in my skin?
If love was your name,
Would you share it with me?
If love is a home,
Could we build it together?
If love is a table,
Could it be set for two?
If love is a garden,
Could it's beauty be for us?
If love is a concept,
Could it be me and you?
Maybe, just maybe,
We can do this.
Another YearAnother year has passed,
Another year will come.
Mistakes will follow,
And tears will fall.
Laughter will explode,
And smiles will be shared.
Pain will come,
But love will heal.
Scars will mark your skin,
But time will erase them.
Sadness will consume you,
But joy will overcome.
Another year has passed,
And another will come,
So forget those bad memories,
And just live on.
One Last GoodbyeWriting one last letter, saying one last good-bye,
My blood falling to the floor, as if coming from the sky.
"You told me that you love me, but we could never be,
I cannot live without you, so I'm doing this you see."
"If we cannot be together, then I don't want to live,
I've got nothing left at all, nothing left to give."
I close the envelope softly, seal it wish a kiss,
Turn to look the other way, and wait for my dismiss.
Accepting ChangeWe wake up,
We're not who we want to be.
We looked at all the shattered pieces.
We've just become,
Someone who we'll never love.
I'm sorry I was never good enough,
Never fulfilled the expectations,
I'm not going to change,
Not sorry to say,
That I'm staying this way.
No, I'm not perfect.
Hell, no one is.
But who we used to be,
Shouldn't be something so meaningful.
Yeah, I've got my flaws.
And you don't?
So we cried,
We promised we'd never tell,
We've just become,
Someone who we'll never love.
Moving OnWhy don't I want to leave, yet I do?
Is it because I won't see you?
Will I miss this okay place?
Or will I miss your smiling face?
Will I miss the people here?
Or is it you I hold so dear?
Will I miss the past behind?
Or is it you stuck in my mind?
Will I miss the sky so blue?
Or dear friend will I miss you?
pathological liarsI spin, spin,
on ballet toes,
but my balance is impaired.
I stumble over my own grace
like god is trying to trip me up.
please give me an example
of something that makes me worthwhile.
tonight the roads are winding.
my head is lolling
as I battle myself to keep my eyes open,
and all I can think about is how
the radio stations play
the same goddamn songs
a hundred times in a row.
monotony always frustrates me.
maybe that’s why we didn’t last.
are all carbon copies.
my tattoos frightened you;
you claimed that anything so damaging
shouldn’t be so permanent.
i got them all removed last week.
my arms are bare of ink.
i cut my hair short, shorter than yours,
gave myself a black eye
just to pretend there was a story behind it.
you wouldn’t recognize me anymore,
and I’m so happy I could cry.
you changed your mind, changed your sheets,
changed the woman you loved
like flicking off a switch.
I changed the locks, changed my
lessons in rising abovemy spine cracks from where
you once snapped vertebrae; I
turned my back on you.
Words HurtWords Hurt
Hit me one more time
Hit me again
Push me around
On the floor
Down the stairs
It hurts less than your words
So kick me
Bruise my skin
But don’t call me names
It causes too much pain
I love you I really do
I’ll take the abuse
And be your punch bag
But please keep your words
My head can’t take it
My mind won’t survive
It destroys me.
Glassi found a mangled body
and tried to fix it.
but i got too close
and ended up cutting myself
on the jagged remains.
the bleeding hasn't stopped.
If truth be told, you ruin yourself.The tears, they sting like acid as they pour out your eyes.
Tremors, like earthquakes, violently wrack your frame.
Breathing comes in ragged gasps, as if choked by unseen hands.
Hands that you've created yourself in the murky depth you call your mind.
You suffocate yourself, with assumptions and accusations.
Everyone looking about, whispering to one another, judging.
Your heart rate races and you become skittish and weary of all.
Paranoia roots deep within your heart, piercing like spikes of gold and rust.
And alone, oh how alone you feel in the world you've woven around you.
No one knows your struggles, not even yourself in a clear fashion.
You crave the touch of another, consolation and affection and trust.
But trust, where is the trust? Away, everyone gets pushed away.
Pushed away, or do they run at the first chance they get?
Because in the mirror all that has ever looked back at you, a monster.
It's vicious some days, pathetic others, always ugly, always wounded.
It's the one you'v
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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