I'm waiting for the day where someones power and respect isn't held by the amount of money his bank account, but by the thoughts in his head and the love in his heart.







need you like water in my lungs


you get what you give, bitches




so maybe every night I still wait by the window
for your black wings to come flying in
I've never seen them, but I've imagined them a million times..
how they must look, attached to your small body; free
and maybe you lied, and maybe I believed you
I don't care about anything you say.. all I care about is the sound of your voice
because I need to feel, and need not to hear
so maybe I'll never stop.. against all odds, against all reality, against all everything..
you told me you were coming, and I'll wait right here until you do.














you.. you aren't real.. I could swear it..
you challenge everything in this world that ever is and ever was
and ever will be. and, for me.. everything that couldn't be
you are too beautiful, too quiet, and too sane
I wonder if there will ever be a day that I don't look at you and feel the world stop


I simply gave you me, that's all
so there is nothing to let go of.. nothing to fix.. nothing to forget..
you have me. you just have me.


take me
you've already got me
so.. lay on top of me
smother me, suffocate me
drown me in my own fears
leave me shaking for one more touch
tell me things that keep me up all night
or wake me up, screaming in blankets of sweat
bring me to the highest mountain
hold my hand the whole way up
then push me off
throw me down
but don't watch me fall
don't hear me scream
don't watch me break

don't do anything
I surrender.


why do I feel like my entire existence thrives on one thing; love.
not about having it for myself or not, but having it exist.. somewhere.. where I exist..
because I can't possibly exist somewhere where love does not.
to me, love is still the answer to everything.
thats all I'll ever be 100 percent sure of. and I've yet to define that properly.




"I know that someday you'll be sleeping, darling
likely dreaming off the pain
I hope you'll hear me in the streetlights humming,
softly breathing out your name
I know that even with the seams stitched tightly, darling
scars will remain
I say we scrape them from each other, darling
and let them wash off in the rain
and when they run into the river, let the water not complain
I swear that even with the distance, slowly wearing at your name
your hands still catch the light the right way, and
our hearts still beat the same"