Its sad really the way you twist my words into threats, my kindness into violence, My faith into myth. Sad the way you turn hate into love and love into hate, you call a weakness, strength and freedom, slavery. They said the truth hurts, not really it sets you free yet, somehow, you choose to call it prison. You take innocence and burn it like incense. You hang onto your envy and angry as if its the fuel that brings life to life itself. Your pride, your prized possession, you wear it with all its glamour, always on point. Yet the muffled cries of your soul never seem to seize. And your thirst for something different never seems to be quenched. And still you refuse to see that your pride, blinds and binds you.

I used to wish on shooting stars. My heart took comfort in things that had no home, a wanderer from day one, it’d take off on any tide on any passing wind. I was a lost soul, With nowhere to rest my head, No room to find some refuge in. My heart, a wandering black hole. I was never in the same place twice always looking for, longing for something different. Something new. Even something old and used. It scares me the way it takes with no remorse until your left with nothing more to give and then it asks for more, the way it doesnt know its fill. And stilll none of it ever really made sense to me. Now we sit and wait, stuck at a stalemate, all you want is the one thing, the ruin to all these ruins. If this was life or death you woulda already walked away. You’ve always told me, if it ever comes down to a life or death situation walk away cause if he didn’t choose
You when you were at his side then he never loved you at all.

Dont tell me, You deserve better baby.
Cause i might just deserve the cup that’s been served. Show me what’s better and how i could possibly deserve it. The last time i checked my heart was tainted with a type of wanderlust that not too many understand.

Its funny how you always seem to want what you cant have. How you always realize the value of something once its gone. How fighting for whats yours when its no longer yours, make so much sense to you.

Your just too easy to read. You smoke to ease the stress. You drink to forget the pain. You spend your life trying to runaway from monsters that live inside you. You never seem to realize theres no running from you. You say you smile cause its better then talking but your an open book instead.

Tell me whats best for me and let me decide.


Why would you do that, why would you take me to a closet filled with skeletons. I was supposed to be your future, but you put me with your skeletons, so thats what i became.


It’s amazing really, how much damage I’ve found. I didn’t know I had so much that could be broken. Every corner I turn, I see shattered glass; its like, a never ending mess, the more I look the more I find. And its all mine, my mistakes scattered in every room, all over the floor.

And all I want…


But her favorite part is when the waves roll back, the way the water shimmers on the beach as it slowly moves its way back into the ocean.


I still look up at the sky on days and wonder whether those trails left by planes are really just vapor. Conspiracy theories are intriguing cause humankind is really that evil. Maybe thats why I still can’t believe that God really sent you. I keep looking for a dent in the making. I still search…

I probably broke some promises on my way out. I keep looking back. Repeating each conversation in my head. Im not one to make promises. But in the middle of all my emotions I tend to lose control. Im sure you saw the signs that said road work ahead. It was never a secret that I wasnt completely paved, that there were open holes, and unpainted lanes. I warned you, I did. But I should have stopped you instead.

Maybe i should stop smiling at everyone. Maybe.. but when i was a little girl i read that a smile could change someones day and i thought i wanna be that i wanna be the reason for someone to smile. But it was a lie wasnt it. Just like everything else. It was a lie a smile from a stranger is just another strangers smile. And a kiss on a scrape won’t make it heal faster. And i’m good are just two words put together so that you dont ask questions. It was a lie wasn’t it.

Some days I feel like the bird, the bird keeper set free. It didn’t need to roam the world to see that the only place in the world it wanted to be was there. Or maybe it was afraid. I’m like a bird. Except I think I lost my sense of direction. Maybe I left it in the cage the day you set me free, because there’s days when I can’t figure out which way is North. & I cant seem to remember whether I’m supposed to head north or south for the winter. I’m sure its north for the winter… Isn’t it? You set me free and told me: fly away baby. But I flew in a circle and came right back to you. Where do I go if my soul mourns when its not near you.



For valentines day I want a real guy to actually treat me like I at least matter and I’m not merely a disposable object here to serve for their pleasure.

Yeah, that’d be pretty cool, but I also wouldn’t mind a bouquet of bacon & a baby unicorn.

You only want that for one day?

Be careful with the things you say. Words are dangerous weapons. You could be tried as a innocent murderer. A reckless tongue that’s all that is needed to be found guilty.