This Beautiful Trainwreck	Shakespeare Couldn't Have Written A Better Ending
Whispered Silently	An Essay on the Nature of Affection
You're Beautiful	A Letter to a Friend

This Beautiful Trainwreck. Stephen Pierce.
   The boarding call lifts my heart. And in knowing that there is a future, I am content. All the passengers in accord, in love. Enter into what just has to be a better tomorrow. The twists and turns of a young love. An angel girl with severed wings. Your halo is bent, your face has been soiled. What once stood so perfect now is so flawed. As I gaze into the smoldering wreckage of what was you and I, So filled with twisted metal and broken glass, Twisted words and broken hearts, I recognize the beauty of what we weren't. Closed eyes to the sights that I once lived for. Goodbye to the promise of forever. Look away. The scars will fade but the memories won't. Exhale. Wash your hands of anniversaries past. Something strikes me as beautiful about this trainwreck. The fact that it isn't anybodys but ours. The fact that it is our last shared moment. So perfect, and yet so flawed. And as I watch the rubble burn, I realize just how little everything means. Just how inconsequential everything is. All that matters is this accident. Those on board have nothing after it. This is a defining moment in our lives. The skyline was beautiful, So complimented by the fire. Never has tragedy felt so right. I look into your eyes. The only other survivor. It moved me to tears, just being there. Sharing this. We didn't even say a word. At least not with our mouths. And yet we managed to communicate everything... Every last little feeling of desperation and brokenness. Every last little regret. For you, I died.
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Shakespeare Couldn't Have Written A Better Ending. Stephen Pierce.
   And oh, the moon is bright tonight. The way it drenches your eyes with spots. Illuminate the tears welling in my eyes. The kind of tears that go along with the night. How many ways can I say I love you? And how many ways can you say “No, you don’t.” Such a beautiful night, such a crushing last word. Say goodbye, because I can’t. Remember the nights when we gazed at the stars? No matter how far, they could put me there with you. Just knowing that we were looking at them together. Knowing that the starry night belonged to us. My heart has been bled, my fingers are numb. I burned them on the stars when I reached up too close. They fluttered away, starry nights been replaced. By clouds, bitterness. Self-hatred and you. So I gaze up at the moon (so quietly). Familiar tears sting the cuts on my neck. And I look into your eyes (so quietly). And see that you couldn’t care any less. I look down at my wrists (so quietly). And see the scars that had just started to heal. She always said, “Don’t do it” (so quietly). She sees me now but doesn’t say a lone word. I want to capture the stars. Where love was once, it surely is not.
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Whispered Silently. Stephen Pierce.
   I can never go back to where I was That one time that summer that I so quietly died. So goodbye to this skyline, goodbye to the trees And goodbye to the beauty that you could never see. Long walks with myself down all dead-end streets. With the thought in my head and the knife in my back. So I draw the line between now and yesterday. We will never breathe in that same air again. I'm dead and gone. We look the same way but avoid the eyes. The promises All seem to have broke, forever got shorter. And I cannot stop shaking. My heart isn't whole, my body a shell. Someone take a picture. It could be the first but it could be the last. My bitterness is killing me. Killing me. Your absence is killing me. Killing me. This isn't about you. It's about me. This isn't about us. It's about what we never were. Take my hand in your hand and you'll feel that it's cold. Take my heart in your hand and you'll feel that it's dead. Take my body in your hand and you'll feel that it's hollow. Take my thoughts in your hand and you'll see they're hateful. Take my mind. Take my heart, and throw it against the wall. Take my love, thought it's love, but now know it's not.
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An Essay On The Nature Of Affection. Stephen Pierce.
   Tear me apart. Gasping, screaming. Reaching out for help. Finding nothing. A wooden heart Is one that doesn't beat. A jaded mind Is one that doesn't care. Tell me about our friendship. Like you care about me. Dismembered for your pleasure. My swollen heart has ceased to beat. A falling out, I'm falling back. Solace in loss, absence is filling. Eclipse my hope, drown my heart. You're not the first, you will not be the last. How does it feel To be a beacon Of light amongst Plastic people? Or are you one? Celebrate plasticity. To think, I cared! Well not anymore. How does it fucking feel? Take out your knife, cut off my arm. Three cheers go out to you. You want the other? Come fucking get it. Compassion. No Reaction. Nature vs. nurture.
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You're Beautiful. Stephen Pierce.
   Dear everything, I love you. But is that Enough? Your looks are Deceiving. I thought you May have cared. And with the first snowflake of winter The memories of the summer seem to fade away. So no more nights spent under the stars. You don't love me anymore. Try to convince myself that I may be wrong. But the weather is cold, and so is your heart. You are my everything, I say to you as you walk away. You are my brigtest star, I say as you stare blankly. You are my sweetest dream in the middle of my darkest night. You are my slit wrist, life lost, the feeling's gone away. How much did I really mean to you? Was every "I love you" like this? Was every kiss so full of fleeting hope? No. No, I refuse to believe that it was like this. I've always known that I could never love anyone but you. I just hope that I can find a way to prove that I'm sincere. That this really is love. That this love really can be between me and you.
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A Letter To A Friend. Stephen Pierce.
   Memories seem to fade fast. The memory of us has long since left, Leaving a long trail of regret. Do you ever remember the times that we spent in each others' arms? And do you ever notice that things were never the same after then? We tried to humor the notion of just being friends again. But that failed. My heart ached. I sunk deep Every time I looked into your eyes. And I wonder, did I ever mean a thing to you? You're living, I'm dying. You're laughing, I'm crying. And I wonder, will you pick up your phone tonight? Because I miss you. And in this letter I've said too much. Falling. Drowning. I know that "WE" can never be. Just you. Just me. But never, ever us.
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