I didn't know angels needed to eat... But that doesn't bother me. I'm more asking where a mouth would be on something without a face.

In the beginning, He told me not to drop it... and I did. Not on purpose but I guess its too late cause now the fireball is hurdling towards that little green orb in the middle of the bubble... Oh FU-

Love is a social construct to make me hate the girl that stares back at me from the reflective glass on my wall.

Breakups are cliche as hell, frick the real stories about "not being right for each other", temper, and uneeded emotion. Let's talk about the breakups that involve anti-freeze and glasses with only one set of fingerprints... Please?

I came here to see him, I told him to meet me. I was just so annoyed with these stupid white roses I had to do something about it! That's why that dagger always on my thigh was in my hand when I heard the crunch of his large feet, the red paint was coming to me for free.

If I had a hammer I would smash in the face of every single one of those people upstairs who decided Writer's Block would be a fun addition to the human pyshe.