Sweet sixteen and never been kissed.

My bad moods seem to skyrocket then plumet. "Are you on medication? Because, you should be." "Woah, calm down. It's not my fault your temper is so bad." Everyone's taking notice lately. I can't help it if my true colors are waving in the wind like death flags on a ghost ship. I only take these things to the heart like the daggers that pierce it. Never feeling the pain, always failing to cry out. It seems as though I'm falling fast in one of those dreams. Tripping and falling. My mouth opens and no words come out. I choke. Choke back tears that is. Force them back where they started from. Go back, go back. Droughts are the only thing welcome anymore. When it rains, it pours. Acid rain falls and poisons everything I stand for. I stand for me and me alone. If that's poisoned, then I have nothing else to live for. Therefore, I'll never let it fall. Droughts forever. No pain forever. Taking these things to my head not my heart. It's easy to send a bullet there. No hard skull to protect it from the luster of silver.

Vulnerable.

Are you as confused as I am?

everything in her life was perfect, everything in his life was not. they were like day and night, the sun and the moon. the things she wanted to be, he was. the things he wanted to be, she was. that's why they matched together so perfectly. fit together like gloves fit on hands. not too tight and not too loose. bright like the day, bright like the sun. dark like the night, dark like the moon. no one understood. they never understood. what brought them together?

nothing.