don't flinch

walking in, in blue clothes,

complimenting your depressing mood.

well isn't it ironic?

who the fuck knows?

is this the game where you suck the life out of me?

isn't it ironic that thoughts prefer cold damp places?

yet you insist on pulling them out.

your finger nails gouge the back of my throat,

and i still find it ironic,

that most thoughts should remain unspoken,

making it hard even to prove their existence..

i think that it might be ironic,

i've never seen someone look so sad

in such a pretty dress.

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remember when things were simple?

and we just wrote notes about people,

who we mildly disliked-

then passed them in class?

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you are stronger than you will ever know.

the weight of the world rests on your shoulders-

so evenly distributed, 

it's easy to mistake it for gravity.

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stop crying baby,
stop crying please please.
you have nothing to cry about,
please be content with your life's simplicity.

i have so many things to cry about,
that i've forgotten how to cry.

your cradle is so secure,
your world is so small.
enjoy it because it only lasts so long.

maybe babies only cry because they know how big the world actually is,
and it scares them.
i don't remember what it feels like to be that young anyway,
but it still scares me.

i hope i will be happy

i have this dream i can't stop dreaming-

where i wake up and i'm alone,

alone flying down country lanes;

i leave dust suspended in the air,

chasing storms, i fly with flair

now watch me fly,

i have never felt so alive.

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you're beautiful-

like grass blowing in the wind,

you are beautiful.

but beautiful is such a fragile word,

and beauty is so intangible,

intangible and untouchable.

you are you,

you are beautiful.

skin and bones and a heartbeat-

you are here, 

i can touch you and i can hold you.

stand tall. don't ever blow away-

i lean on you more than you could ever know.