Oh my Love, How you have changed, You are as graceful as a dove, But oh how I feel so estranged.

It was hard to love you, But that is not your fault, dear, You were like a wonderful view, No matter how queer.

I wish I could have loved you forever, We could have been so much, But you were too clever, I could not bear your touch.

And I saw with sorrow and I was thrilled, When I had you killed.

Slowly crying Silently crying Pulling my hair Cause I deserve it

I hate my mirror Cause it shows me How ugly I really am

Love at first sight is BS people just wanna hurt me hurt you so watch out

I imagine I am ok but I pop that bubble of dreams real quick

Mad roars of anger seem to spit from every direction Nearly enveloping me so escape becomes impossible

To think everyone is a monster is truly terrifying but its reality

People say its easy But whats easy? Not life But death seems so

Remember me if I succumb to life and become a shell of myself

I am fed all of societies ideas of do this stay down you dont ever matter

But I was not born to fight the peace I was born to be the peace

a dash to the gate few minutes ‘til late dodge and weave a travelers siege such an endless blur bags crossing the floor sneakers pair suits new army recruits a neck-hanging child cart, suitcases piled jackets with shorts busy food courts order-is-ready calls folks staring at walls both big and small screens transportation machines announcements on air man wheels a chair the boy has a cast crowd pushing past then I finally arrive in the nick of time

Sometimes it’s hard to love myself when i’m crying in the bathroom after the same boy called me a homie hopper and said im passed around the friend group he doesn’t know shit about me so i don’t know why he would say it sometimes i wonder if he has so many feelings that he forgets i do too i never did anything to hurt him he must just not like me i hate myself because of that

i hate myself because i put a boy who wouldn’t even date me over my ex who was still my best friend i’ve apologized over and over and he forgave me but he didn’t deserve that he treated me better than that boy could ever dream of and i’ll forever appreciate him for that

i hate myself because i feel ugly no matter how much effort i put in the mirror doesn’t reflect the appearance i worked so hard for beauty has taught me that it will never be enough there is always more i can do an endless hunger to be beautiful and only if i catch myself at the right time does it feel like it’s satisfied

i hate myself because of who i’ve become the once shy and quiet turned to loud and obnoxious desperate to fit in i rearranged the pieces of myself but i dont remember the correct order anymore

I wish I never had to see your green eyes again,

or hear that melodic laugh.

I hate your soft skin, your tender touch;

The way you don't hate me back.

I hate how you cup my face

And silence me with a look.

I hate how you know my favorite songs

and my favorite book.

When you come so close to me,

I can't help but wonder,

Maybe I don't hate you as much as I thought.

After all, green is my favorite color.

Baby I’m so so sorry I will never forget you Ever again

I run into your arms And kiss your face I love you I whisper

I love you more You say As you kiss my face In a rose blush

And as I lean in For another kiss I feel a knife Run through my body

And you watch With a grin on your face As I sink down Into the floor

How could you do that Even when you don’t know my feelings for you.

How could you play with my heart Then say it was a silly little joke

How dare you say ‘aren’t friends supposed to flirt with each other?’ When I am confused and broken and tired

How dare you say we’re just friends After dancing with me like that?!

How fucking dare you!

I’m still thinking about it. Your smile, your beautiful eyes Yet every time you say to others that we are just friends My whole face is a disguise.

Do you like me- Like me not? Why can’t you decide?!

I’m sorry I’m not actually angry Just sad I love you, and maybe someday…

Well, Nevermind.

Sometimes I feel like a weed Lost and lonely

Sometimes I feel like a weed Sick and homely

Out of place in a bed of roses And things would be better if I was dead

Sometimes I feel like a weed Always looking for a buzz

Sometimes I feel like a weed My brain full of fuzz

About as useful as a worn shoe Bright as lead

Sometimes I feel like a weed But even weeds have flowers

In the neighborhood of hearts, where love's streets wind, We lay the bricks with care on solid ground, Each house reflects the loving ties that bind, Together building life where trust is found.

Laughter echoes through this warm expanse, As children play and gardens come to life, The sun casts down a gentle, golden glance, On happy homes handbuilt by man and wife.

In every home, a story of its own, With doors wide open, hopes and dreams collide. The neighborhood where seeds have bloomed and grown, And mended hearts beat freely, full of life.

But then, without a sign, the skies grow dark, An angry force descends and twists with mite. Uprooting us and shattering our hearts. The homes we built are lost to the tornado's flight,

For in the neighborhood where our hearts reside, Even the strongest bonds may be untied.

The salt dripped from my forehead Into my eyes and stung Like bullet ants And my stomach was devoid Of anything but acid Eating itself, twisting An ourboros cyclone Rejoice! At the pain Because that means today I’ll eat like a king And my sweat becomes like rain Yes it all hurt, Twisted and it stung But I worked hard to feel this pain And that jsut means I won