Slippery glass staring at me
My arms flung out as still as the snow
Gold cascades down my shoulders, you see
I reached out but I tripped on my toes
Little red rivets flowing as satin
Soft on my lotus pink cheeks
Cracks break spiderweb words, greek or latin
And water so hot through the ice begins to leak
Blue glazes my dull hazel eyes
Broken leg or broken wrist crushed under my bones
You'd come running, but for the opening skies
Under my head the fish start to moan
And all I want is to be taken home

The mirror me frowns
My fingers carve shavings out
The pristine pearl skates on my feet drag me down
I whimper but my voice makes no sound
The water envelopes and my scratchy winter coat,
I just wanted someone to take it off
No longer can move nor think of your name
You turned around a moment too late
The pain searing, singing into my marrow
Leading me to this harrowing fate

It's like being stuck in a cave,
I want to find the light and claw my way out
But sometimes I wind up deeper than before
I don't want to lose my family, found or otherwise, nor my lover
But oh, did I mention the cave is underwater?
I only ever wanted to be a perfect daughter.

Nobody asks a mountain, who stands beside them.
Nobody asks a river why it's rushing to shore.
Nobody asks why a fire will roar, and
No avalanche is asked why it couldn't hold on,
No hurricane is asked why it couldn't stay at sea,
No twister comes out of hypocrisy.
Still... I'm not a force of nature, though I tell myself so
I'm just a woman, begging someone not to go.

They're watching me, in the reflection off the water,
The sunspots behind my eyelids,
The tread of my tires.
They're watching me from the corner of the room,
The feedback when I sing into the mic,
The shadows in the corners of my eyes.

I'm not possessed, but the angels of death,

Keep watch, over their own- made flesh.

You don't want to talk, and maybe that's okay
Maybe you don't think anyone would care, either way.
I just want to tell you, I think your soul is beautiful,
I think you're worth the fight.
I know you're doing awful, I know your world is gray, I know you're not alright.
I'm not here to tell you it'll all work out, I'm not here to pick you up and dust you off, I'm not here to bring color into your world.
But I am here to tell you that I think you're an incredible girl.
He/they/whatever.
I'm here to tell you not to sever all your ties,
I'm here to tell you to save your goodbyes.
And save your lies. You don't have to be fine.
You can be fine some other **** time.
Right now, it's okay to break, and break hard.
Until you're better, whether that's years or days,
I'll be your faithful guard.
You can scream, shout, cry an entire lake.
You don't have to cling to your last card,
You can have played your hand, had your one last stand,
It's okay
I'll be your one-man fan, reminding you that what you want to do, you absolutely can, and will do anyway.

I am not in love with you anymore.
It took me four years to not be in love with you anymore.
But it's been five years since you left me,
A year and a half since you last messaged me,
Three years since I last saw you,
And I still love you.

These small towns remind me of you.
Of how I dreamed of living in one with you.
Of how I met your friends, like I now have met my current boy friend's.
Of how you wished I'd have stayed with you,
How did you not know you were the only one I would stay in one place for?
I miss you.
Team Eternity, Gerry.
I will love you forevermore.

July. Evening sun beating down across my shoulders, clawing hot talons into my back. I listen to the waves, gently lolling against the beach as if asleep.
Rolling back and forth, breath. In. Out. I wonder what the ocean dreams about. Does it also wish to escape? Does it also dream of those who once swam within its waters?

Maybe water is the only thing to really know my secret.
What it's like to always be flowing, unable to hold onto one shape
(Or one person, without drowning them).

There isn't a cloud in the sky. It's almost... pale yellow, I think. Across the horizon. Pale like fresh-squeezed lemon juice, bleeding out into the sea.
There isn't a soul on this beach. Not unless you count the *****, bruised-peach shells skittering across the rocks,
And I have no place to be.