PoisonCupcakeXP

if i build you up like god what happens when you come crashing down? will i still believe you have angel wings if you're stuck here on the ground? should my faith be paramount if you're without any divine power? i grew up devout by God so why do i bow to a coward

Breathe Don't take him from me I won't let him go Breathe Six weeks isn't enough I won't give him up Breathe Give me a sign A movement of chest Breathe My life for his My dreams I'll give Breathe Hear my plea Grant me a chance Breathe A flicker of life The return of hope He breathes.

   Meal Out "What are you waiting for? Get on with it, can't be sitting here all day." He nodded toward the waiting meal. "It's twitching." "They do that, don't worry about it. Are you going to start or not?" His shoulders hunched, gaze fixed on his companion. "I don't know what I'm going to do with you. I take time out of my busy day to show you the best spots, and you just sit there complaining." "Don't give me that. You're only doing this because the boss told you to." He shook his quickly, trying to look away from the waiting meal. "It's twitching, mate. Can't eat what's twitching. Not right." "Dumb lump. Tastes best fresh. Yo

I watch, nightly, from the shadows as she moves through her world, laughing, smiling, flirting with those around her. I allow it, allow them a moment to move in the circle of her light, but she is mine – MINE. Forgive me, it is never easy to allow her such liberties, and yet for the time being it must be so. She is not ready to leave this world, this sparkling place, to join me in the darkness…in my world. Soon though, I have waited almost too long as it is and it hurts, tears me within, to be without her. Sometimes, when I reach out from the shadows to brush my fingertips through her hair, I swear that she sees me. Perhaps

Little girl with the broken heart Can't you see you're a work of art? You're beautiful inside and out This I know without a doubt Little girl with the burning eyes I see through your veil of lies I can tell you're not okay I see you struggle every day Little girl whose tears run black You've survived every attack You've lived through the abuse and pain You've faced everyone's scorn and disdain Little girl whose tears run red Painted with the angst and dread Bleeding deep within the hurt Thinking "what's all this misery worth?" Little girl with the cut up arm I know how much words can harm You hurt yourself so others don't I

1. Violet lightning pulsed between the clouds. I wondered how much electricity was trapped within my ribcage. 2. Pulse, flash; pulse, flash. Thunder roars with pride and it starts to rain. 3. I have never seen a soaked umbrella look so shapely before. All black coat, bright hazel eyes that scream so softly under dripping mascara. 4. Our first date is traditional, which is odd because I'll soon find that neither of us are that type. The dinner was too cheap and the movie: too expensive. 5. We held hands the whole time; she kissed my cheek in the cinema's private artistic darkness. 6. When sh

"Sorry for the mess I made"

Far behind mirrors they gaze, knowing.

Her last cigarette remembered my lips.