Who will heal all these souls of young mistakes?

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Elizabeth

We were in love until we said it.

A Lover in Père Lachaise

This world it didn’t love you like I did. Like a jealous lover, it took from you then tried to bleach your beauty. It defiled it and nearly ruined you; but I know you, I knew you. No one understood a love like ours; there are some people that don’t understand love at all. You know I still love; I still love you like I always did. I raised your stone; it was beautiful like I said I would. The world will know you I swear, I’ll make them see. Times will change, ends will come and they will know you I swear. I will make you live forever so you will never leave us alone again. We all need to be in love all the time. I raised that stone like I said I would. I left a space in it for me, so we can always look at each other, so I can be a piece of you like I always wish I was. I still love,
I still love you like I always did.

Us In the Middle

The world needs more of us in the middle. It needs dreamers and lovers, not sides and rules. We'd be better off if we started to kiss instead of kill. The world needs more of us in the middle; pink boys and blue girls. We don't need flags or symbols, all we need is the symbol of you and me and them and us all together; the same. No one needs their sideways glances. The world needs more of us in the middle. We need a quiet revolution, the sound of lips and smiles, pressed and searching. We could make a world where everyone was beautiful; where love was free and we were too. The world needs more of us in the middle.

The relationship with my home seems to have become strange, I both despise and love the subtle, ignorant, and pure land I was born in. Maybe everyone's home is like this, but I feel like every part of it is contradictions and opposites. It is both everything everyone thinks it is, and nothing like what they would imagine at the same time. It is simple and complex, horrible and beautiful.

You (e-Hate)

He cummed and cleaned up, now he wants nothing to do with you. There aren’t many things in this world that hurt like that. No goodbye, not a word, not even from across the anonymous void that is the internet. Now you’re left sitting alone, and hurting just as much as you did before; but what can you do? You will take him back next time, you’ll take him when he comes a month later, you’re even glad to see him. That’s the sad part. You’re glad to because you’ve become something like a whore, it’s the only thing you know how to feel anymore; so you feel it as often as you can. It’s one part boredom and one part loneliness, and it’s become poison for you. You’re not excited by it anymore, you just don’t want to be alone and you don’t know what else to do. Sometimes you lay in bed, and it feels like you’re eating yourself as you hug a pillow. You want to die, but you know you can’t, you can’t bear what it would do to your family, what it would do to the few close friends you have. They wouldn’t be able to stand it. So you don’t, robbed of even your most desperate of options you lay there instead wishing more than anything you could cry, wishing for any release that will come and make it go away, so you go searching for one. The release that you find is only a dead end road, and it introduces you to a new self hate. You don’t even type anymore; you’ve lost count of the men that have watched you. You just copy and paste messages of your degradation hoping someone out there is just as lonely and willing to abuse you. Willing to abuse you, that’s what it is, you don’t lie to yourself anymore, that’s what you’re looking for. You're broken, You realize that now.

Seven Truths of Being

In my twenty-something years of life I've come to several realizations, some through others and some on my own. Here's seven:

3) Humans are scared and distrustful.

5) We also happen to have an immense need to share love and be loved.

1) There is no "Good" or "Evil", there are only actions, reactions, and circumstance.

7) We're all a little insane.

6) There is nothing wrong with contradiction. Life is made up of various contradictions. Perhaps our confusion comes from our insistence that everything is either one thing or the other.

2)Ignorance and the lack of empathy is the cause of most of the world's violence and suffering.

4) There's always an end.

Under Fluorescent Light

Crash and stain inside your mind, screaming quietly in pain. Inside a bathroom stall, “shhh whisper it low, we’re nothing at all”. Jonathon breaks into parts with another, ‘put on display for leering eyes, framed in a grainy cell phone shadow. Forced into, to be found by another, a guilty hurt, shoved against a graffiti’d wall. Hair pulled out and arms bruised.

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