Bad Boy your face is mean but oh so lovely and i like to hold your hands even though your knuckles are always bloody,you've got dark brown eyes that look straight into souls, always bloodshot and always cold but always so very beautiful , I don't smoke cigarettes but I crave their taste on your lips, you have a bad mouth but you can do great things with it, ironic how your imperfections make you perfect, I guess others just don't see what I see, you may be bad but you're so good to me.

There are times when I am lonely and wish you were here to hold me but then I remember that holding for you is really just choking because your grip is always much too tight.

Naked You told me to get naked I started to undress but you stopped me and said that wasn't what you meant You wanted to strip the skin off my soul, not see me unclothed You wanted to explore my mind instead of my mouth You chose first to figure my brain rather than my body,out

He asked me "what do you think about when you can't fall asleep at night" I wish I could reply that it was he who crossed my mind. How nice it is that he never left without kissing me goodbye or how cute it was when he'd be too nervous to look me in the eye. How the thought of his smile always made me smile. And all of that is true but only for a short while. Because after that I thought about how he could never love me. How he should never love me. I don't expect him too. Because I'm as dark as the night sky while he shines brighter than the moon. Maybe if I didn't hate myself these thoughts would not be the thoughts that crossed my mind. But instead of saying all that i casually replied "I think of all the different ways that I could die" I might not have told the entire truth but at least I didn't lie.

sad has become the new black