Shatter me.
Into a million pieces if you must.
I am too whole to stand by your side.
Too large to carry with you in your pockets.

So break my soul into shards,
And put me in your favorite things;
Like little horcruxes.

Your headphones.
Your credit-card guitar pick.
Even the color red.

Pour me into anything that you love,
For I want to be loved by you as well.
And I want to be with you,
Wherever you go.

So crumble my heart,
And harden it,
Then use it as a book mark.

Carry it with you,
And I will write lovely things
Onto your pages.

Shatter me.
And love me,
Until I'm not your favorite anymore.

I long for a heart,
but not my own blackened stone.

I long for one that beats,
and pumps blood through a tender body.
One that can sync in time with mine,
and with the rhythm of the music in our ears.

One that can pound alongside mine,
and choose not to leave.
A heart that knows patience
and kindness.

I long for a heart that aches like mine,
in all of the right ways.
A heart that is full of love.

I long for a heart.
Your heart.
But not just your heart,
after all.

I long for you.

The girl exclaims that she is dying on the inside,
knowing that no one believes her.
Who would take something like that seriously,
from just a child?

So she plasters on a smile,
stays quiet,
and acts like she's okay.

But it is futile.
Her porcelain composure will shatter
on the floor.

As she tries to keep the blood filling her mouth,
from seeping through her lips
for everyone to see.

I am that girl.
I close my lips
to hide my crimson-stained teeth.
I pretend I'm not dying.
I pretend anyone cares.

It's funny how
It's easier to open my skin
Then to open my mouth
And ask for help

Please break my heart
So I don't have to break yours
I'd rather feel all that pain
Than be the one to make you endure

Please break my heart
So I can leave yours intact
I'd rather be haunted
Than have to hear you react

Please break my heart
So I can live with my decision
I'd rather lose all my tears
Than have tears disrupt your vision

Please break my heart
So I'm not the one serving time
Id rather feel completely caged
Than be the one to commit this crime

Please break my heart
So I can make sure you're OK
I'd rather lose my voice
Than listen to all you might say

This request might seem odd
I ask for you to do the downing
But if we're both stuck in this storm together
I'd rather be the one drowning

won't listen to the songs
for they might make me call you.

that isn't the problem
but the possibility that you wouldn't want me to.

a dozen bells
could they possibly be you?

of course not, it's just that
'THERE IS A PERSON AT YOUR GARDEN'

the neighborhood cat
that occasionally makes the most beautiful bread

won't you just call...
so that i wouldn't have to

even if it's to say one word?
even if the word is no?