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I wonder what sucks more: Being sane enough be accountable for my actions Or being insane enough to commit them Sometimes I wish it'd just stay on one side But then I'm afraid I'll stay insane or sane Sane so I'll have answer for all my mistakes Insane because I'll lose myself. Did I mean to be mean? Did I mean to hurt you, punch you, kiss you, love you, or hate you? Because you know I meant every one of my actions, at the time. Did I want to keep you or call you all those words to keep you away? Did you say you loved me or loved the person I could be? Did you kiss me on the lips with love or resignation? Did you stay around fo

I want to cry because you won't let me hold you. I want to cry because someone broke your heart and you don't believe anyone could put you back together. I see all the potential you've got and all the despair you carry along with the cloak over it. You're so misguided about yourself. You're absolutely amazing but you won't let me love you. I want to cry because sometimes I see you hope I'm being sincere and genuine about my words and the spoken feelings I'm conveying to you but every time you turn them away because you're so scared or you're so certain that they're flimsy and false. I would turn into an iron band placed protectively around y

Your skin is hot, tight and the jeans you're wearing chaff your legs. Your mum bought them for you two years ago when you were uncertain and embarrassed and out of your fucking mind. You still fit into them. That would have made you proud a few months ago but you've let go of that and no one helped you. You should be proud but instead you're ashamed and no one really cares. You're also still fucking out of your mind. Your skin is hot. It's practically blazing and what's in your chest is even more volatile. Inside your torso is a world of anger, the kind where events, everything and morals are murky and there's no certainty in what you're see

We walk on life's winding path constantly changing our fate Our decisions split one road into many more We live life doing nothing but the expected The corridor of closed doors Open one by one Paths cross and separate Though I know this I do not know which one to take.

My cigarette smoke settles into the icy air of the night My parents are drunk again – drunk and too difficult to fight I can still see his midnight hair resting against my snow coloured sheets It we're never be together again I might just weep Nothing in this dejected world is worth any tears to cry (apart from you, my dear) The lacklustre stars glitter dully on the navy coverlet of the sky However, he is nestled inside the dark covers of my heart forever Even if only for that small moment, we were coupled together. (Even if my parents say, "Boys aren't supposed to be together.") 8 Sept 09 /Mish Edited: 14 Nov 2012

The air I breathe is not as clear as I'm used to. The constant smell of musk is made of human odors, cologne, smoke, rain and overenthusiastic perfumers. The noise level is mild and muted to a certain pitch, too quiet to be comfortable. Tables of unoccupied chairs, half eaten pizzas and spilt plastic cups hold compassion fleetingly. Having no money on Main Street meant no sympathy for me. I creep in my jacket that's old and dirtied indefinitely. None that spy my intent stop me but they send a condescending glare. My replying smile is not welcomed.

Danger can be captured in a frame. The image will not be of daring flames or of a car on the edge cliff. It will be the first handshake, meeting, hello of two people. The still photo of first impressions and the impossible number of possibilities is danger in a snapshot.

bang bang go the guns on the merry-go-round your child watches he's only young, without 180 vision he can only cry quietly on his high horse its white mane painted on broken plastic its grandly big nose looking down at us, at your death at the carnival + in the carnival your boy cries your soul slips and body dies in my hand the leather pocket crinkles ringing along with the horses' hooves poor baby boy's tears briefly stop this show but it must go on.