Sillyness?

So,
Is there such a thing as blank?
For,
Whenever I see a fresh space,
I see nothing but
Possibilities.

Mistakes...?

Her tears were the only things that sobered her and brought her out of her dream world. They blurred her vision but managed to show a clearer sense of reality than she’s even experienced. Coughs and chokes that shiver up her chest and throat make her hunch her shoulders into a pathetic stance. She shakes her head slowly but the tears flow swiftly down her pale face as if a race were taking place. She closes her eyes in hopes of stalling the water that threatened to fall. Moisture seeps from every corner, crack, and duct it manages to find. She finds her frustrated hands floating to her eyes, rubbing and scraping to diminish every last sign of those annoying waterfalls. She opens her eyes to find her once=clean fingers stained with two coats-worth of mascara and a life supply of eyeliner. She jumps out of the chair and makes the embarrassing trip to the bathroom as quick as possible. The sink fills with black as the evidence runs from her hands. She looks in the mirror, sweeps under her eyes once more, and whispers:
I
Hate
You.

Over.

All that was left was me and you,
And we were in the photo booth.

First shot was our awkward smiles,
We laughed when we went blind.

I looked at you and you did the same,
I still remember that feeling.

I still remember when you kissed me,
It was shot number two.

You kept shots three and four,
I still blush at the thought.

I wonder if you still have yours,
Or if I’m the only one.

Because now,
All that’s left of me and you
Are pictures from the photo booth.

This is Me vs. Could that Be?

I'll be your lamppost girl
On the darkest street in
This whole fucking city.
With a flickering halo of
Light that contradicts what
This lamppost girl is.
Dark and mysterious and seductive and
Everything you'd envision
This hidden girl to be.
Wearing her trademark black
Trench coat and skinniest,
Slinkiest black high heels.
She's looking for hidden
Stars and in between the
Flicks of musky city
Lamppost light, you can see
Her once perfected black
Eye makeup falling down
Her once perfect complexion.
I know it's her
That you truly love.
Oh, how much I'd like to be
The lamppost girl you see in me.

Help.

I’m preparing myself to lie to you.
I lay awake longer than usual,
Thinking and hurting and crying,
Heavy guilt sinking me into my mattress,
As well as the weight of these tears.

I finally drift to sleep,
And I dream a terrible dream.
Fighting my way through
An ocean of my own tears,
Floating on my tattered bed.

I wake up with my wet face
And pillow and mattress, too.
Could the maybe truth
Hurt you even more
Than the pain I’ll feel knowing I lied?

I’ve hurt you too much thus far,
I can’t live with myself either way.
I know the lie would keep you happy,
And the maybe truth would
Force me to directly hurt you myself.

Who’s to blame for this problem,
What’s the greater evil,
Where’s the greater pain,
When will we be on better terms,
How will I ever get over this?

Help.

Frank -

Each day will go by,
I try not to cry,
For everything about you was a lie.

In the blink of an eye,
You made me say good bye,
Could you believe that in reply,
You had the nerve to ask my why?

Pissed off, you tried to deny,
Tried to claim you were the good guy,
That I’m the one who deserved to die,
Then with a sigh,
You left me dry.

I wish my tongue wasn’t in such a tie,
I wish you’d seen my battle cry,
A pathetic reunion I’d tried to imply,
I thought it might work between you and I.

So from now on, I won’t even try,
Every part of you is overly sly,
There’s hidden messages you use to get by

And I’m done trying to figure them out.

Ten

I am all alone.
Not just in this blue room,
But also in this sad, sad world.
Pages are all that will dry my fallen tears, for shoulders are cold and turn away.
I am misunderstood,
They misunderstand.
They made 10 my least favourite
Number,
Day,
Month.
They’ve made me question everything I’ve come to know, and how can I find any Answers when there’s no one to ask, or even talk to?
Everyone believes in the lies, the rumours.

Everyone looks at me in disgust.

You broke a beer bottle and carved the X into my back.
It stung at first,
But the sting stopped interrupting my day and a
Band-aid hid me from ‘Are You Okay?’ ‘s.
But the more I turn away from people,
The more they see the band aid. And the more they see the band aid…
The more they rip it off
To discover what's hiding.
I thought I was okay, I thought I was done with it.
But if I face the truth, it’d tell me that with
Each rip comes more pain every time.
And I’m sick of
Hurting,
And I’m sick of
Hurting other people.
My smile is gone because I don’t want to taste the tears.
I am all alone in this dark blue sad stupid fucking world.

Best Friends

Forever.

Morgan Coffey

Relaxed, serene,
Here I am free.
Surprisingly calm,
For there's nothing to see.

Let all my limbs loose,
As I float through space,
All senses are lost
Hair fanned around my face.

Visions of my old life
In my mind are blurred,
Everything I thought was true
Now seems so absurd.

I never want to leave,
But I know I must go now,
Don't forget this place of peace,
Forever hold that vow.

I surface.

Up & Down

So, you think you
Understand what I'm talking about,
But you really have no idea.
Like, you think
I'm saying one thing,
Meanwhile,
It's something completely different.
Now if you feel confused,
And you don't understand,
Look a little closer,
Maybe read between the lines.
Every word I ever write
Somehow reveals
Small pieces of me,
And I know that I
Get Confusing and complicated
Everyday at certain
Times, but
I just wish someone
Might read between my lines.
Except that seems too much to ask for,

And I'm Sorry.

4 Days Now

When you leave,
You take my happiness
And my smile with you.
It puts me in the most
Depressing of moods.
I hope and pray you'll
Come back soon.
But if you really do
Love me,
I suppose you should.
I miss your
Eyes.
I wish I could
See your beautiful face.
This is torture,
I don't want summer
To come anytime soon.
For,
When you leave,
You take my happiness
And my smile, with you.

The First One

Dear Boy,
Here is my confession to you - I'm not sure if you'll still care. But I'm going to tell you anyways, because I can't bare this secret any longer. I've loved you all along, how could you not see?!

I couldn't say sorry enough times. I'm sorry for being untrustworthy and unreliable. I'm sorry that he's always there. I'm sorry for all of the stupid things he says. I'm sorry for just walking by. I'm sorry for deceiving you. I'm sorry that I'm too late.

You don't love me anymore, and that drives me absolutely crazy. I guess I thought he might change; my fingers are still crossed. Sometimes, I wish that you could read my mind. There's so many thing I'm too afraid to say.

But I will say this. I hope one day you'll see how much you mean to me. I hope one day you'll recognize the kindness in your eyes. I hope one day you'll look into mine and find he truth behind them. I hope one day you'll understand why I'm trying so hard to lie to you, and to myself.

Nobody could ever mean as much to me as you do right now. I don' know what I'm more afraid of - falling for you undeniably right now, or losing my chance forever. If I let myself fall for you, it could be more serious than any relationship with anyone else, ever. I don't like being vulnerable, and love is a vulnerable feeling to deal with.

Dear, please know that later, if you ever forgive me and want to love me again, you definitely can.

My heart is in your hands,
- Girl.

Rainbows

Paint these gray skies pink,
I would never think,
That this is what would become.

We're falling into blue,
Don't know what to do,
And you've got the right things to say.

Shades of green in this wave,
I love how you saved,
Me, from those mistakes.

A read and true kiss,
Never thought this,
Would come across our minds.

Shades of blue in your eyes,
I now realize,
The potential of a crush,

And what a rush.

My dear,
It's rainbows, let's go,
And leave them all behind.