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Sleeping With a Broken HeartAt night I feel your energy
Like you're lying in bed right next to me
Then I open my eyes and the truth is clear
That I'm all alone and you're not here
In my sleep sometimes I say your name
Reaching out for your hand, pulling back in shame
It's like longing for something that was never mine
Now I'm mourning what ended before it was time
Your scent still lingers in the air
Especially the lavender from your hair
When I notice, at first, it makes me smile
My smile then fades, after a very short while
Some people tell me I'm just in denial
But I know I'm not; I'm suffering a trial
Sometimes I write out letters to you
Telling you all I am going through
Though in the end, I just throw them away
Knowing if I sent them, you wouldn't stay
I guess it's safe to say that my heart is broken
From the words I wish you had never spoken
CanvasLet her paint a masterpiece,
Let her paint a lie
Let her paint a word inside the shining silver skies.
Let her paint a mystery,
Let her paint a sin
Let her paint the things that lie in darkness deep within.
Let her paint a masterpiece
(but this time there's a twist)
Make the brush a blade and let the canvas be her wrist...
Bipolar DisorderShut up.
Don’t. Say. A n y t h i n g .
“Are you okay?”
P an i c .
Close the window.
Open it again.
“What’s wrong with you?”
I’m losing control.
I am Bipolar Disorder.
… “I don’t know.”
Loving A Guy Who Cannot Love Himself.Firstly, tell him that he doesn't necessarily need to be the “strongest” man in the world,
that if he cries, you won't look down on him for it,
that you won't call him weak.
Tell him that he doesn't have to like sports, or fishing, or football, or any of the “mainstream” things that boys are “supposed” to like.
Let him know that liking art, or dancing, or singing or acting doesn't make him gay, doesn’t make him any less of a man, it just makes him who he is.
A human being.
And for goodness sakes, tell him that blue does not have to be his favorite color, than he can indulge in pink, or purple or even magenta!
And to the girl who take on the task, remember please, that it is not always the Knight who saves the Princess.
No, this time, the Princess may need to save the Knight.
Do not pour your problems onto him, rather, balance each other out.
Be a shoulder to cry on. A friend to be there. A love that never leaves.
Perhaps more than often,
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
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