no, i am not.

because burial grounds are burdens
i pick my bones up and keep on moving
rather than tie up lose ends
its so much easier on me to maintain the ruins

you dont get to state when its over
you forgot
i made the wish on the clover
you told me you loved me, we were both sober

now you claim we're so over?

theres no way you could vindicate this
when you promised
you knew there was a risk
but you still cause the slits on my wrists.

i hope you know this

in a few months you will regret
saying i no longer fit
when im filled with bliss
and youre feeling like shit

i have no sympathy, not even a little bit

youre such a weak bitch

Are we lackluster?

or are we just lacking?
or lost?
like lullabies, loving;
losing and longing?

im feeling detached
broken, no longer matched
like forever was a lie
we were just telling ourselves
to pass the time.

is honesty too far-fetched for us?
are we too fragile?
is it really that easy to be crushed?
can we not admit what we had could be just?

but you knew i always yearn for more
im never happy with the score
can we justify with that?
i needed more and you needed more
and neither of us were going to get that from each other

theres no reason to apologize
and you saying you miss me wont change the lies
nor the facts
neither of us will be happy with what we had.

and thats okay
it all ended where it should stay
im sorry
you never held my heart that May.

make it out of my mind

The beauty is found in the smeared makeup. The crying fits and the rage induced by confusion and feeling so lost in her head that shes afraid she wouldnt be able to make her way out.

i wrote a song about war

There is a love there. Although sad, mistreated, broken, angry, hurt, and misunderstood. It is lasting. Like currents, spanning. Endless and full and unforgettable. It is honest and pure despite small blemishes placed based off frivolous fights and meaningless words. Like scars that make us stronger. it isn't containable. It isn't re-writable or resalable. It is valuable. The type of humble, gallantly lost love which can only be shared between people like us and people who love us. Its a diamond. Hard rock. It's sturdy and solid and perfect and beautiful.

character

it says a lot. the poison in your words, when you punish the wrong person. it worked against you, rather than in your favor. although youll never get what you deserve, we will start paying attention to your words. they incriminate, instead of start a clean slate. what they dictate, we'll show your moral safe.
like a wolf in a humans body. something thin and frail, yearning for their next meal. speaking from personal experience, id say it hurts to have everyone talking about us. to the streets with those lacking in innocence. my skin feels so foreign. we never win.
what dictates a good person? is it their pure heart or aspirations? yet again, we never win.