When I'm not proud of some of what I have written,
I make myself stay quiet and say,
That you have to write to improve.

When I think "you haven't seen any of my best" (- Marianas Trench, Josh Ramsay),
I tell myself that's okay,
Because I still have the rest of a lifetime
To prove what I'm capable of,
And the only person I need to prove that to:
Is myself.

I'd like you more if you stopped kissing the ribbons of scars on my arms  
Feel the cuts beneath your lips only to come away with a ring of blood coating your mouth
Tell me you love me while we stand in a puddle of my sins
Wrap my limbs around your body and fill my corpse with your affection
You'll have to worship me harder if you want to hear my heartbeat
Many have tried before you, if you fail you won't be the last
You'll destroy yourself on my jagged edges

About 200 scars
Baggage from a girl who left over a year ago
Pocket full of crushed half-forgotten dreams
3 suicide attempts
And too many letters written “just in case“

Also late night what if’s
And maybe some crushes
Head full of fantistic ideas
Drunk off of missing her
Pain from missing her
And wishing we’d have more time