<sub>she was the girl that sat in the far back corner of the classroom that everyone thought was bi-polar. Only, she wasn't, she was only trying on personalities like clothes in a department store to see which ones fit best.

[in the end, she bought the clothes that her classmates liked the most because it seemed to her it was better to be loved by others, than it was to love herself. she never really knew how to love herself anyways, and by senior year in high school, it was too late to start trying]

eventually, she couldn't tell which her was the real one and she ended up hating all of them, but she was never able to throw them out and go shopping again, for fear that none of the stores would have her size and she wouldn't be able to remember which style she liked more anyways.

[she thinks that maybe, one day, she'll go to the mall on black friday, even though she missed it this year, because she was scared that all the skirts would be gone before she even got to the highway. In reality, she never even got past the driveway]

one day, she says she's going to look in the mirror and see herself

[but the mirror cracked before she could even open her eyes again]</sub>

Cracked

by ~SugarCoveredDreams



The Ghosts Of You.

Draino is bitter.

But it's lips taste so much better
than the ghost of you.

I loathe every second of distance between our hands.

Remember that day

When we poured our hearts out onto the sleeves of our enemies

And never said a word?

Or the day when....there was just day.

No symbolism in the words

"I love you"

"Don't go"

Please don't go.

I love you more than I'm supposed to,

And I'm not okay with that.

I just

I miss the morning smile that created spring

And the lost eyelash I find on my pillow as a little reminder that

Everything falls like gravity

But hits hard like a brick

And loves like we do.

Sometimes....

Sometimes I believe I can kill people with all the hate I have burried inside me,

But I never do because hate passes.

Like everything passes by in the wind, change colors to form

the rainbow.

I saw you in the rainbow today....

And I missed you.

I miss every day

Every hour

Every second where I am left with the ghost of you.

Us.

And I think...

Why have I let myself get to this point where

The mirror won't even show a reflection....

Disappointing.

SILENCE

Our silence is their greatest power.
Our voice is our greatest strength.
To listen is the greatest support.
To discuss is the greatest step,
Towards progress.

Ask and you shall recieve

You can't make them love you,
but we can make them hear.

It's not that they don't love you,
it's just that their deaf.

And it's not that I don't hear you,
it's just that I have nothing to say in return.

They have so much to say,
and each word so perfectly piosoness,
My words have no meaning
compaired to their sentances.

I'm always hear for you,
as they visit once every sun rise

But they make the sun rise,
And I can't be here forever.

I can hold your hand until it's over,
but I can't help it end quicker.

I can't pretend that i'm not real,
but you can ask me to be.

Ask and you shall recieve,
just don't ask them to love you.

They already do.

Dead Flowers

I keep dead flowers
In my window in hopes that
They're just pretending.

It Felt Good To Be A Liar

They called her a whore because she danced naked in the rain.
Oh how I long to be that shallow girl, the one who never
Gave a single fuck.
I've kept a straight head, looked down all my life
But I've got a secret. I know what the stars look like when they cry.

The look like my reflection in the puddle
that the supposed whore dances in.
Mucking up the lies
of someone perfect.
Who is despratly trying to mess up
to remind herlsef that she is in fact, human.

She used to write secrets on bathroom walls
Kohl eyeliner scrawled on the stalls
Singing secrets to strangers,
Weeping on the sidewalk.
She's a thousand words
Ugly parts that make up
And ugly whole
Or, at least,
that's what society shoves down her throat
But she can't throw this food up

Let's make a deal
That I will love you
Longer than you'll ever love me

So that way I can become you
and you can desipate into the shadow of something you've never wanted to be
And I can be your life  support
And you can be the penicilin
And we can play pretned until the
stars stop weeping
and the rain stops
but we continue to dance because
we want to.

Class, turn to page thirty seven
Here you have an example of a girl
Fighting for her life,
Clutching on to any plastic beliefs that she can.

(Stolen Poetry Peice by Hayley, from http://daydreamerinsomniac.deviantart.com/ )

Beyond The Sky There Is Love

Everyone has a story.
And it is always a story told by the sky.
Because the sky is there avery day.
And the sky is different every day.
And the sky tells our story.
Tells our story to the whole world.
Because the world is the beggining
of every story
and the end is only a minor detail
in the fable we weave.

This? Is only a chapter in our lives
A fraction of a sentance.
Because beyond the sky?
Is something more.
Something bigger than this stroy,
Bigger than every story.

Maybe it's love.

OIr maybe, it's just more sky.