I buried my heart
within a dying star
and called the burning
love.

Your sun was hot
Heating my inside and out
        Warming my spirit
        Friends — we are it

My dark days were over
My four leaf clover
        Oh what great luck
        ‘‘Twas I that was plucked

A ****, not a flower
So small, not a tower
        But still you chose me
        Filling me with glee

Your sun was hot
And the water was caught
        Drying the streaks
        Of tears on my cheeks

i have a habit of throwing things away
ill tear myself to pieces and lay them at your feet
i know its foolish
just leave me be
and i can turn this one sided feeling
into a no sided thought
like a magic trick
ill fall away
disappear into the black
leaving scorched earth behind
i dont mind
ive done it so much
loved too much
or not enough
its hard to tell
some days
i just cast things aside
put myself in a box
so i dont bite
tear my teeth out
trying to escape
my own making
i never learned to play softly
no one ever wanted to play with me
like a dog unsocialized
i can only growl and snap
and be pet
when wearing a muzzle
i have not hidden
who i am
who are you