He might not.
She may not.
They have not.
You can not.
But I will not.
He does not.
She knows not.
They would not.
You should not.
But I may.

I'm not going to break
Famous last words
Because here I am
Alone on the floor
Bleeding, crying, and broken

The smell of coffee
And the feeling of cold air
Mixing with the rosy buzz
Not induced by caffeine

I'm thinking of home
One I've just begun to know
Not contained in a building
But someplace more free

The past few nights
I've been dreaming of laughter
Of the heavenly world
I have yet to return

And yet deep in my corner
Of coffee and moonlight
I feel warm and safe
And I'm no longer alone

If I think too hard
It overwhelms me
Every singular memory
It's strange that
Months later some days
Have moments that are still so pressing
Against the grain
My pain
Reverberates
And regulates
Again
An even line
I miss you now that
It's summertime

Double standards
High-wire
Tightrope-walking
Again
I say things I don't mean
And think things that I think
I can't do this anymore
A hair-trigger reply
Subdued five seconds later
As the tears well in my eyes
This thing is an all-
Encompassing deal
If this thing is a scratch
Then we'll see if it heals
Or maybe might possibly for the first time
Need patched

I thought I had a study hall fourth period. I walked into the room with my books, and sat down next to a guy who I recognized from my first and second period classes. Glad to see a familiar face, I looked around to see if I recognized anyone else. But there was nobody else who was familiar, and it was a very small class for a study hall. The bell rang, and the door opened, revealing a teacher whose no-nonsense air was shattered only by his sparkling brown eyes and the earphone dangling out of his pocket.

Fear encompasses my every move
Between the careful "I love you"s and affectionate names
I lie on the cot in my cell, home becoming a prison
Ripped from the world inside Verona walls

What if I'm not there to catch you if you fall from grace again?
What if you're not as okay as you're letting on?
What if I can't save you again?
I don't think I could bear it, I can't afford to fail

Mistakes
Nothing is more frightening,
Than the fear of making the same mistake twice.
Despite my vigilant guard,
I feel as if I'm slipping into a trap,
The same trap that was so hard to climb out of,
Have I ever really climbed out at all?
The question scares me,
Scares me more than I care to admit.

Pretense
I hate keeping my distance,
Because despite my stubborn resistance,
I want to know you better.

So sick off myself
My pathetic whining
Pining
For what? 
Hearts and curly cues, 
Dance across every page,
He fills every corner,
Lurking in the curves,
Of devoted letters,
Words dedicated to heartache,
Dedicated to an idea of a person
Who never deserved it.
So sick of myself!
To think, 
I wrote that? 
Lyrics of songs,
Stick figures,
With stupid faux-hawks.
Ha, what could be more pathetic,
Than a ditsy girl,
Thinking she's the only smart one, 
In the room,

For bondage is hoarse, and my fears are realized
Let me say my words here, and pray they find you:
I love you with all that I am
And all I will ever be