Revived.

Her old leaves are shedding. 

The blackish-brown fading away. 

New growth is happening. 

Something they could be proud of. 

Her heart is evolving into something that longs for love and goodness. 

She's finally washing her hands of all the hurt and going after better. 

Her smiles have meaning behind them. 

Her laugh can warm the cold weather. 

She's glad to be rid of the Devils and Demons her world. 

She's happy to be her own person again. 

No longer holding onto the pain everyday, just slowly letting it go. 

The Wash Cycle.

We let go. 

We fuck up. 

We go back. 

We leave again. 

We're hurt. 

We cry. 

We die a little inside. 

We learn something new each and every time. 

But we're there again. 

Repeat. 

Repeat. 

And finally we can practice what we preach. 

We're "me" again. 

Fuck Reality.

Can't begin to tell you this..

Where do I start? 

I guess I'll start from my heart and work my way down to my soul. 

The night is getting old and the passions are growing stronger. 

The stars no longer shine their bright light on all my problems. 

The moon does. 

And you can't miss a thing. 

It's now there for the world to see. 

I can't thank the galaxy or the universe enough for all the light it has given me. 

Because to know, and to realize is to be aware, is to be able to fix and repair. 

And isn't that what problems are there for..to be fixed?

House of Confetti.

There was a slight shift in the atmosphere, but they wouldn't know. 

Something inside her healed. 

She wasn't killing herself anymore. 

Truth be told she wasn't scared anymore. 

Where her strength came from, well, they wouldn't know that either. 

But she was fine and there was nothing more to it. 

Wrestling in her mind of what to do or where to go and who to invite. 

Life can't always be a party. 

Powerful.

Slowly melting down the walls of insanity.

Crumbles of my life surround me. 

The rapture is coming.

The kind of love fit for a queen. 

The sweet sound of your sorrow. 

I'm sorry for the pain dear, but you know I know nothing else. 

Trembles of the Earth wake the souls of the dead. 

And they are here and here they'll stay forever.
Taken by a dark aura.
And that's just how it was for eternity. 

Whiskey & Weed.

You think you know but it's only begun.
When it comes down to it are you with it?
I see this so much, I see this shit all the time and it blows my mind.
How much they love and they lust and they give it all up.
I can't say I'm not guilty myself but let's have a bit of decency.
I see you across the room and it's killing me.
It's been a few years now and I don't even know what I mean to you.
Are you the man I once loved?
Or just the fuck I once gave?
Either way I can't help but wonder.
My mind drifts to a sinful place.
Reminiscent on the times you made my body pulsate with a thunder.
I can still taste the whiskey and weed that you loved so much.
All the times I snuck away and realized that you didn't even give a fuck.
You fought me on who I was and what I did and nothing was ever the same.
Funny how one time can become everything.
I should have had more time, flirted harder and longer, and did more crazy/wild things.
I find it hard to breath just trying to say your name.
Or remember how I thought I loved you and how I wanted to tell you everything.
Temptation has never been more in my face now that I have fewer distractions.
Each and everyday I wake up alone and lay my head on that same cold bed.
I can't hate that you're in love with another.
I'll never forget the passionate time we spent.
I just wish I never would have put faith in you of all people.
You were the best regret I'll never have.

The Truth About Life and Summer.

The truth of it all is that she didn't even know what was going on.
Just within the span of 48 hours her life had evolved.
Relationships gone.
Trust broken.
And hope hobbling on its last limb.
But she woke up every morning.
But she drank almost every night.
And she continued to ponder what was, and what is, and all that she wanted.
She felt like her life was in a sink hole and that it could always get worse,
You love and you live and you learn and you let go and say the hell with it all.
We mend the relationships that have the greatest impact and forget about the poisonous ones.
Never take shit when you don't deserve it, never apologize for being who you are.
Just live and let be.
Because if it's meant to be it'll be.
This is the mantra she lives by.
This is why she doesn't lie awake every night.
This is why she makes it through life,
Knowing that everything that is won't always be.
Which is a good thing since she's not happy.
She misses him who "loved" her every night.
She misses the guy who she could hang, talk, and drink with into the morning light.
She longs for the security "the devil" once gave her.
And she'll always dream of the one who will have her for life...
Until then she'll continue to sink and float, what else would she do with her summer.

Lies We Once Made Up.

We tell ourselves we can do it. 

That we're strong. 

That nothing will break our mindset. 

That the walls won't ever fall. 

But then there's a flaw. 

A single crack in the foundation and it all comes tumbling down. 

And we wake up alone. 

Darkness surrounding us from every possible angle but especially from within. 

Smoldering any hopes we ever had about mankind. 

There's so much of nothing within the faithless. 

And a whole bunch of everything within the broken. 

Say as you must, I am but a simple being in a complex universe. 

Your desires are only but for a moment in time and then they will be forgotten forever. 

The Beautifulest Tragedy.

Sometimes fools rush in and you know they'll ruin your life. 

As though that is what they were born to do. 

Your heart skips a beat and you can't resist the thrill. 

Your blood burns. 

Sanity slips in. 

It's as though all of life has been a sad song on repeat though. 

But every time you hear that laugh, see the trace of a smile, feel their heartbeat you remember why you're alive. 

Love is life. 

But life isn't forever. 

We're all confined to a certain span of time. 

Everything. 

Emotions, situations; they are all limited. 

I can't keep loving the wrong. 

Won't be the most dependable. 

I'm never The One. 

Fly away to the stars, back down to the sea, way down to the depths of the ocean. 

To the darkest of all dreams. 

And you will find me there. 

Waiting.