she wants to name
so no matter where they are
they'll still share one
By ZeroSometimes she thinks about math.
She wonders if there's an equation for her depression.
The number of times you cut yourself today squared,
minus the unhealed wounds from the day before
by the number of days this week you felt pretty.
The total meals you threw up in the last month
multiplied by the pounds you didn't starve off
by the number of times you told the truth about it.
The mean of the slurs hurled at you by strangers
and the ones flung by friends
by the number of people you know who love you.
She was never good at math.
She forgets you can't divide by zero.
the pills don't workA few weeks ago
my doctor called me
"You have a
with the tendencies of an insomniacthe loneliest part of her day
is going to sleep
knowing when she wakes up
she'll still be
She called me Ma'am. He called me Miss.The bank called today, trying to sell you life insurance. You let them babble because it's their job and you couldn't get a word in edgewise and you're too polite to simply hang up. When the woman on the other line finishes her spiel you tell her you're not interested, but she insists so you listen. Letting her speak for another minute couldn't hurt, right?
She starts telling you how you should be prepared in the case of a sudden death. Car crashes, drowning, equipment malfunction, cancer, disease contracted overseas, covered. You aren't going to buy this insurance but you want to ask if suicide was covered under it anyway.
But you weren't planning on dying. Not today, anyway. Not for a while. You stopped that.
She transfers you to another associate. You tell him he's wasting his time, because you simply aren't interested and don't have the need for this program.
He lists off some statistics. The number of people who die in accidents every year. What the average funeral costs in Canada
it was cold when I woke upI long to trace invisible trails
across your face, like wind
I yearn to feel your heartbeat
cuddled up against your chest
I crave all of your kisses
I ache to give you mine
Wishing upon a falling star
I'll sing you lullabies
Ninety-EightI want you here on my darkest nights
when razor blades can't scare the frights
and scars aren't enough to face my fears
haunting, taunting all of these years
I want you here on my brightest days
when sun shines dim under my rays
and our laughter comes in fits and starts
prancing, dancing never apart
I want you here for everything
The good and bad, the in between
You're HomeThe only place I know I'm safe
Is someplace I may never be
If home is where the heart is
I'm still living overseas
Red PenShe has a red pen, holds it close
Reminded of a boy
She plays with it but not his heart
A heart is not a toy
Sometimes she writes and stops herself
Afraid, for ink runs dry
Superstitious mind, she reasons
Red pens, like love, can die
She saves the pen, saving the ink
Never once she forgets
By losing it she loses him
Her heart is in his debt
You to MeYour smile makes me want to giggle,
your grin makes me absolutely giddy.
When I fear I have done wrong by you,
the shame and regret flood my eyes faster than my tears.
Even when I'm grumpy,
and you are well
I can never stay upset too long,
because first off,
you don't deserve that.
And for two,
because you make me happy.
You are right,
sometimes I do put myself in a box,
and sometimes I make myself miserable.
But then I look at you,
and I pull my shit together.
I love you for a lot of reason,
even your faults are something I love about you,
but the reason you are my riduur, my husband,
is because you make me a better me.
I will fall, I will fail.
And I will hurt.
But you are there for me,
and it brings me to tears just to think of how much that means to me,
how much you mean to me,
and how much I love you.
Greentext proposal>Be me
>Somehow have you
>Even though you're 10/10 and I'm just a beta
>We've had our ups and downs
>Our left and rights
>You're perfect in every way
>Our love has never faltered
>Then one day
>Realize that I want to spend the rest of my life with you
>mfw this is a proposal
Sends tremors through me.
see me like no one else.
I cannot wait to feel.
I long to feel on my tongue.
Is what I crave.
I want to hear whispered in my ear.
I long to feel pressed against my own.
Will dance with mine.
Wrapped around me tight to keep me safe.
Full of ferocity and tenderness.
Close to mine...
Races when I hear You speak
Turns all a flush.
Flips and flops,
Filling with butterflies.
Turns upwards in a sultry grin.
Dances with electricity.
Of You here with me...
Thrills me more than I can say.
But to be there with You
Now that would make my day.
You're GuiltyOh! Look like we're here again
We're having yet another argument
Although it feels more like me yelling
And you apologising
Hey! You want me to forgive you?
"You are everything to me"?
I'm not going to fall
For those words again
I will swing my gavel
And hand down your guilty verdict
"Overlook my mistakes just this once"?
No way, the list of charges is already too long!
It's a perfect crime
That you committed on my heart
And even now, I'm still hesitating
Stop looking at me with such a pitiful face!
I will punish you
I will dump you
I'm sorry, but this is
The only way now.
Oh! It's not because of another guy
How dare you?
What kind of girl do you take me for?
Hey! Haven't you been listening
While I was reading your list of charges?
You pretended not to hear?
This is exactly why I'm so tired of you!
"I'll do anything to make it up to you, I promise"?
That sort of thing is too late now!
I've already made up my mind
Convict! Guilty! Punishment!
It's a perfect crime
Dia My oldI wish we still know each other but you left me without as much as a goodbye, and that is what bothers me most in life. Cause i never got to say "Don't leave i love you" i never got to cry over you getting on a plane a leaving. Maybe i meant nothing to you, but you were a light in a very dark tunnel. You were the one that haunts me to even now. Funny thing is i don't remember to much about you but the pure happiness you gave me everyday, and how getting up was'it hard anymore. You made me scared of people i love leaving me for good, and every-time i think i see you i will stay in that area to long cause i cared to much about you. But no matter what i will never get mad at you, cause im still hopelessly in love with you, but i still know it has ended
Strangely MetaphoricalSomething about last night seems strange,
Like you were driving around my mind,
Somewhere along those broken highways
There’s a rest stop, you can take a break -
Rest awhile, from all the road work piling up,
Those cracked interstates and overpasses
Where all my secret fears and insecurities
Are shaking the foundations like earthquakes
But at the stop, there’s an oasis of peace
A section of silence where chaos reigns supreme –
You can stay the night in the neighboring motel,
Though there might be no vacancies for now,
Ghosts from my past roaming through rooms,
Commenting on events and days like tour guides
If you can get past that, there’s a room reserved
Third floor, where you can see from the window,
A twisted landscape, spreading every direction -
If you find the rusted helicopter out back,
You can fly over the roads and mountains
And try to find a better place to sleep,
Maybe an abandoned city or empty lot,
Or maybe you can find your way to the center,