Him;

Wonderful, brilliant.

Dark eyes and hair.

Funny, bright.

A cute smile.

Someone that any girl

would be lucky to have.

Stay strong, because you’re a man.

Don’t tell her what you think.

Don’t tell her how you hurt.

Hide it, because she’s troubled.

Hide it, because she’s hurting too.

On the outside, we’re a perfect match.

Holding hands, long gazes.

Kiss him slow and watch them stare-

at how our stars aligned.

“Special.”

“Happy.”

“Lucky!”

“Cute.”

“Aww.”

He’s everything

I don’t deserve.

He’s careful, patient.

All I did was ruin him.

I should’ve stayed away.

My dark ways, my pain-

Leaked onto him like ink

spilled from the bottle.

All I wanted to be was loved.

.•.•.•.•.•

Me;

Aichmomaniac, psycho.

Rude, horrible, traumatized.

Golden brown hair-

No smile.

Someone that any boy-

Would be petrified to have.

There’s not much to say.

You said it all.

“I forgive you.

I know what they did to you.

It’s not your fault.

They made you this way.”

Disappeared and left for hours.

You didn’t text, didn’t respond.

I needed you- you weren’t there.

When you promised me you would.

Ouch… and it hurts so bad.

But I’m use to wounds ripped open.

I love the way it hurts, love the blood.

I love the pain it gives me, how I smile.

The adrenaline, the blades, the grin.

I love it when you hurt me.

I’ll always be me; insane…

I’m twisted, far from good.

I don’t get sad first, no,

I get mad, you should know.

Then I blow it off, dust from a box.

I shrug, forget it.

I go numb after I throw some.

Friends call me insane.

People stare on.

Watch me burn-

I won’t go alone.

Afterall-

We have a throne to rule.