Can't get you out of my head, off of my bed, can't get you, wish you were dead. [Poems and picture post.]

It's rained for two days in a row now.
I feel like it's been raining inside me for longer.
I have such a block, like there's a wall right in front of my face and it stops me from seeing people for who they really are, from doing what I love, from loving who I am.
I hate myself.

Your voice, everything in essence that is you.
I want to reach out and touch you, just some little way to know that you know I exist.
Even if you don't.
I want to make you smile.
I want to make you feel like everything's okay for just two seconds.
For all the happiness you've given me unknowing I just want to give a little back.
You're not perfect and I know that and that's what makes me love you.
You're not perfect but you're so close, GOD you're so close.
So close.
So fucking close...

Slow motion
See me let go
Well remember these days
Slow motion
See me let go
Urban life decays
Slow motion
See me let go


I took one of Audrey, too.

And then I found all these that I mostly don't remember taking, but obviously did at some point.

I've cleaned my room since whenever this was.

We're not beautiful, we're just us. Well maybe she is.

I see her as beautiful whether she is or not and always will, she's my baby and my love.

That's what love is, it's not about being perfect it's about seeing the imperfect perfectly.



It's fake.

Ignore the emo hair and bow to the Panic shirt that definitely doesn't fit me right most of the time because I'm a fatty. Also, ignore the emo-ness of following poem plzkthxbai.

I gaze into infinity and try to understand.
I close my eyes and picture beauty with envy and lust.
Gluttony and sloth go hand in hand and burn down the walls of my mind.
I'll take what you'll give but not so soon, not just yet.
Trace these circles under my eyes with your fingertips.
I can just picture you, hover above me and smile and give me the chills.
I suck at poetry, sell me some inspiration.