Nails and Chalkboards.

I can hear the familiar screeching of your nails across my heart.
Like nails across a chalkboard.
Scraping away, making me shudder.
your nails are scraping across the chalkboard.
they leave marks wherever they go.
and god, they make me shudder.

Remembering you.

You linger in a part of my mind that can no longer be found,
your voice
your face
your hands
your smile.
you hide behind veils and run from my memory, but I would do anything to remember you now.
I would do anything at all.

One day.

Maybe every once in a while things fit perfectly.

Maybe there is a certain time that only lasts for maybe a second, where everyone, everywhere is happy. Maybe there are ways that one person can be happy without making someone else sad, or ways someone can make someone else happy without making another person sad.

Maybe one day everything will fit perfectly, and until it does. We’ll go on hurting people, making others happy, being happy, or being sad. Wasting our lives trying to figure out what if, or why not? Trying to find ourselves and when we finally do, realizing the journey was more important than what we found. I can’t say when, or if it will ever happen.

But the day will come where everyone everywhere will be happy, and it when that day comes. That day will be splendid. 

Memory.

Because I've never felt uglier, or more beautiful.
I've never felt smarter, or more dull.
I've never felt more afraid, or more at ease.
I've never felt weaker, or so god damn strong.
I've never felt warmer, yet so fucking cold.
I've never felt a million things, and yet I've felt them all.
Refresh my memory will you ?

Both

There is a place where your voice whispers the words I need to hear.
there is a time when you feel it to.
there is a moment which you wish we could talk forever.
you just don't know it.
we both don't want to go.
but we both do.

Regrets.

We could have talked until our voices creaked,
we could have dodged every bullet.
and we sit here wondering why we never did.

Because.

Because beauty in its most pure form, is every flaw you have.
Because honesty in its strongest form, is every lie you tell.
Because love in its most honest form, is the hatred you posses.
Because everything is back the front.. Everything's a mess.

..

and from here on in,
you're own your own.

I can't...

I can't breathe. i cant fucking believbe that out of all these fucking girls not one of them is me. i hate sitting at home alone with nothing but you on my mind. KNOWING that i wouldn't have crossed yours at all. because if i had. then why didnt you text me telling me that you were okay or that it all worked out?!
I know how much shit this is doing to you, and I'm the one sitting worried to death about what these fucking terrible people are doing to you and you not even giving me the fucking option to HELP. this is such a complex situation.
FUCK THIS :(