jesily

Broken butterfly shattered kisses lost whispers and fallen stars You left me standing in the dark battered band-aids tear stains teddy bears Love is something that I fear

its something new mixed with something familiar   like I've seen this game without knowing the rules It makes me uneasy but in an exciting way like the feeling you get just before you take a drop on a ride there's a family of butterflies living in my stomach and the feeling that my feet don't quite touch the ground.

I wish I loved myself enough to just let myself be instead of falling for the games of worry and tricks of doubt

Change hurts. Change heals. Change happens.

looking for the better side of someday where I can't quite remember the taste of your name or the frame of your face or the look in your eyes as I turned away because someday I'll be okay and you'll just be some guy that blurred and I'll be over all this hurt I can't wait for someday

I feel lost in my own skin like somehow I don't fit in I need to get to a place where I'm happy moment by moment, I'm inching forward but sometimes I feel like I'm crawling over glass and I have to fight not to slip back it'd be so easy to give in but I was never one for easy

I know what I want, but not what I need, I just need some clarity because I don't know what to think, and I'm doubting what I feel Forgiving doesn't mean forgetting, and sometimes the hurt is just too sharp I want to trust you, to let you back in, but I can't help but wonder if you're just going to screw me over I just need some space to breathe

This isn't about me, it's about you. how do you expect me to stay when you treat me this way because darling you where right, when you said: I deserve better like someone who gives a damn someone who's there I am not losing myself or anyone else to someone like you

sliver turns red this is where all good things end loss in the bittersweet taste of this escape sliver meets red lost in this place a way to regain control the numbing feeling when sliver bleeds red

You're just another stranger with a  familiar face someone that I knew in another time, another place You look like someone that I use to know, But I can see it in your eyes, that I don't know you

One, two, three, four Cut me up more and more Five, six, seven, eight Can't stop now, it's just too late Neuf, dix, onze, douze There is nothing left to lose Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen Blood covers the lines in between Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty No more pain flowing throughout me Twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four Hide the knife someone's coming through the door.

I reckon it's time The leaves were gathered And the hearts pitter-pattered To the graceful way they fend. For surely as we know, Each story has told slow That each fair maiden is sin. How is this so? And so few know? Let's begin an explanation. Not mine, you see. Not I, I plea, but all that's churning Basically in my memory. What new can there be When simple between we Gathers momentum and also Redundancy? Instead of an insight To quell hearty long loftily, Redeem the spoils of undeserving Animosity. Gather the leaves. With your rakes and your sieves, Make men see our apathy. When all it can be it's already free And soo

The Differences Be Tweening and Taught A donkey must be prodded in order To move, but a shield made of glass Has no room at all to be broom'ed. Instead it behooves asses to wear thick gloves Before handling sharp edges with their tongues. And only in narrow lines can callouses find hugs, For without any sense, their surfaces are empty rents, Worn like the soles of their shoes. Once in a field of blue, the sky turned hue After hue after hue, like a fog of light in shades of new. And this was felt as if by sight To be the one too true and near to be woo'ed. So in short sight and far from flight Are peoples in their lanky tunes. F