

MistakesSometimes I wake up, your name still on the tip of my tongue. It tastes of stale dreams and broken promises, the kind of things thatMistakes
Just don't come back.
I sit up, and I imagine you sprawled next to me, hair falling over your closed eyes. Perfect. Eyes clear now, I realize that You were the least perfect of all.
You were a mistake, an illusion. I chose you anyways.
A mistake, really. And you won't be coming back.


ArtHere, in this place, I am the Receiver of Memory.Art
No one sees the world As I do. No one sees The colors.
They smile, They murmur, "How nice" And turn away, Vacant eyes unseeing.
I stare, Awestruck, Eyes tracing shapes Spirals Curves. Delicate lines Brilliant colors All moving together In harmony. I cannot look away.


ForgottenI thought of you for the first time in weeks ..todayForgotten
.. Startled I wondered why ? how ? You had meant &


The OneI hope that someday you find the one -The One
The one who'll love you back,
The one who's not ashamed to hug you whenever,
The one who won't complain when you get his T-shirt wet crying.
He's out there, the one who
Will never make you write sad poetry,
Will never make you cry (unless with tears of joy)
Who'll never
ever
Break your heart.


compulsive liar.once i asked you your favourite colour, and you said, "the brown of your eyes," so i put in one green contact and told everyone that icompulsive liar.
came out of the womb as a factory defect, half-priced, damaged goods.
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sometimes i am from canada and sometimes i am from england and sometimes i am from spain.
i've carefully tempered my accents and plotted out my stories with
yellow and purple coloured pencils
on index cards. my origin changes
like the seasons.
"why do you lie to everyone?" you ask.
"why