Concerns of pain, of love, of being broken do not keep you from breaking me again and again. Your love will suffice; it will piece back together what’s left of my broken heart, yet you continue to let me fall apart.

All my life Ive stood on this edge, the edge were ive been pushed to my very limits. But now Im jumpin off

Her eyes begin to burn
As this acid runs down her face
Scarring her once beautiful features
With memories of distaste

From my poem: The Girl With Scars on Her Face

People will always talk about you, especially when they envy you and the life you live. Let them...you affected their lives, they didn't affect yours.

i.love.you.

Clothes are overrated, panties are debated

Few are those who think with their own minds and feel with their own hearts
--Einstein said that..he knew more than numbers

Every fiber of my being wants to wrap my arms around her and hold her close, but i cant because shes his. -new poem :) check it out

No, it`s not "whatever." We have a relationship worth fighting for,. Even though we`ve fought maybe even more than we`ve laughed lately, I can`t just give up on this. I can`t pretend like you never made a difference in my life

And the best feeling in the world is realizing your perfectly
happy without the thing you thought you needed the most.

She walks down the hall with her head held high.
but really last night she had to tell him goodbye.
He knows, she knows, but no one else can tell that really inside,
her world is crashing down