YOU the space between my chest was for you how you liked raw poetry about sex and the bodies of women you had never met and how nonfunctional you seemed to feel without a cigarette sitting between your fingers on a cold night out on the pier staring at the blackened sea and wandering how salty the water would actually taste if you were to slip away beneath the surface. you would sip whiskey like wine by the fire and it would warm you in more ways than one and when I'd come home it would be nice. and. cool. you started to pick fights instead of flowers and suddenly green became your most hated color like the eyes of your lover and the taste of mint on cold Sundays in July. you became so damn Cold.

Love I will love you When the stars stop singing And when the sun stops smiling And when the#moonstops dancing I will love you When the waves stops swaying And the grass stops venturing And when the earth stops being so homely I will love you I will love you I will love you

For You Every atom of me, Is an atom of you. Perfectly reflecting What it is to be alive. Every second I hold, I give to you, To use up on what You truly desire. Every inch of mu body Is yours to have, For you only. My hands, most importantly, Are yours to hold And every wrinkle on my palm, Is for you to trace. My soul was given to me So I could give it to someone. That someone is you. You have every aspect of who I am, And I want you to hold Onto the fragmented pieces And I want you to love them, Like I love yours. (Original Content by Lauryn)

Supernatural Once upon a time, There was a fangirl as crazy as can be. Every time the 9 o'clock chime, She would sit in front of the TV. Her feels were let out, By quarter to ten. Crying, not knowing what about. She cried for two men. Brothers they were, The Supernatural they hunted. Her head in a whirr, She wouldn't talk and only grunted. 'ALL THE FEELS' she would scream, As her favourite character died, It was a nightmare, not a dream, And all night she cried. The characters continued to die, One by one, And the girl would cry, From#moonto sun. She wondered as to why She continued to watch the show, If all it did was make her cry, And she would know. But the characters she thought were hot, As they ran around with demons, Killing them and whatnot. This girl is crazy, I'll have you know! This girl is me, Fo 'sho.

I'm Sorry I'm sorry sometimes, For the way I fuck up. I'm sorry that I'm a crime, I'm sorry that I said my opinion out loud, That, honest, is who I am, That I'm shy in front of a crowd. I'm sorry I'm not sorry. Not at all, I am who I am, So fuck you all.