JesusHexedMe

Shall I compare thee to a Quidditch match So filled are you with magic and mirth You're Alohomora has unfastened my heart's latch As the broomsticks fly, you lift me from the earth. Stronger than the force of any Bludger, Lips redder than any Quaffle My soul you fill with hunger That cannot be sainted by even the sweetest waffle You are the Keeper of my heart's rings, The Chaser of my soul's desire, You are the Seeker of all these things, Like Incendio, you light my world on fire.    More glorious and precious than the fluttering golden snitch,    My wonderful wizard, more beautiful and handsome than any witch.

You smile, your fingers wrap around my neck I smile as I put the gun to your head The cold rain splashes around our prone forms And it feels like the devil is with us. When did our love start to decay and sour? When did the smiles and love turn into slaps? I hate you so damn much it’s hard to breathe But when I dream at night, I see your face. I am going to kill you with kisses And love you with hot metal bullets While you just smile and kiss my cold, dead lips The knife of your betrayal in my back. Dear God, are we not such a wicked pair To have the same passion in love and hate?

I sit here crouched in a poorly lit room, Cycling through what life was like long ago. Dread of my future does linger and loom, Only having a damaged heart to show. You use to tickle my cold lips with yours, So delicately forcing them on mine. Now left with a fleeting image, closed doors, Sky gloomy, for me the sun does not shine. As if a dream, you reach hesitantly, Unsure if you want to give me a chance, When last time I hurt you so blatantly, I wish to repair this damaged romance. Let us keep silent, walk off hand in hand, Going on with life just as we had planned.

she cannot recall all the things she's swallowed: pretty pills, rancid razor blades and wasted words coat her sorry throat she can't count her fingers, like she can't count the days again-- it's zero to zero, in it to spin it: time is measured in lengths of abandonment. she comes home empty- handed; defeated, depleted, repeated: "I gave up again I gave up I gave it away I gave up" repeated like some makeshift lullaby and once more she apologizes to a broken window, shattered, scattered, just hoping to know somewhere better to go and when she walks, she holds hands with the yellowed skeleton of a forgo

cause i know there are days when it's painful to even breathe, your throat closing up on the knowledge that you don't know how much longer you'll be waiting on this band-aided, superglued planet. every cell in your body vying to be the next to die, and all you have to tell them is maybe. maybe next time. those are the days you spend cutting rose thorns into your palms and clenching your fists tight around jagged reflections and prismed rainbows. the days you realize we're losing so much faster than we're learning. we're maturing faster than we're growing. adults stuck in the bodies of kids, moving around, making the mistake

You're too close Too close for comfort Get away Get away I don't need your help Stay way from me I'll only hurt you Not just once But many times Til' you feel broken Just like me Leave me alone Leave me alone I can't stop It's uncontrollable In the end I'll kill you Slowly and painfully I'm sorry I'm sorry I don't want to To hurt all of you Like I hurt myself But I want to stop Though I really can't Make it stop Make it stop.... Please...

I tried my best to please them all… They said that I always looked too angry So I shaved off my eyebrows They said I always dressed bad So I took off my clothes They said I cried too much So I burned out my eyes They said I wasn't listening So I tore off my ears They said I always said the wrong things So I ripped out my vocal cords They said I always faked my smile So I ripped off my lips They said my hair was a mess So I cut it off They said my feet were too big So I broke them They said I walked weird So I saw off my legs They said I played too much with my fingers So I pulled off my hands They said my arms we