i wouldn't take back the first time
my heart was broken. nor do i regret the mascara stains on my pillows and the
empty bottles hidden in my closet.
it lead me here.. you.. us.. this
and maybe you'll break my heart
as easy as you do glass bottles, but maybe i don't care. because, for the first time ever, you're the hello i never want to hear a goodbye from.

what are you doing spreading rumors
when you know they metastasize like tumors
and that it'd get back to me eventually
maybe you aren't honest-not completely
we aren't broken up, you *****
even though it's what you want, you don't get your wish
you think you're the victim-he broke your heart
but honey he was mine from the start
he liked me first, second, and last
and maybe you were just his one and a half
i can't stop you from seeing him
that would make me a hypocrite
but keep your sickly sweet words to yourself
or better yet save them for someone else

Sometimes
Summer makes it easier to breathe
Sometimes
It makes it easier to leave
There's nothing to stay for
Just another day of writing poems and checking the weather
Staying up late-counting the stars
Talking to people that you know leave scars
What was bad becomes good
Perspective changes-and maybe it should
Getting caught up in glistening water and a golden sun
Missing red flags-forgetting to run
As school sneaks up again
You're forced to see what's important and who are you friends
Some things can only live in summer- friendships and summer love
As for the haze-you are forced to rise above