Let me ignore the galaxies
forming inside of me
and focus on the star
exploding in you

Darling
never trust me
after all
my whole career
is based off
making tragedies
sound beautiful

I used to be in control of
who I fell in love with
now I have the scent
of lavender fogging up my brain
and rose thorns
pricking my heart

Every boy I have ever met
craved the way Cayman
feels on their tongue
so, don’t you dare tell me
someone will fall for
my candy-coated smile

Sometimes I get in the shower
just to wash my hair
because maybe if I scrub hard enough
I can reach my brain
and clean it of all the thoughts
of you

I am a bookshelf
filled with books
arranged by their hue
that hold my own stories and experiences
so why did you think
you could take the books that once belonged in her
and fit them in me

“I have a habit of setting myself on fire
to keep other people warm”
she admitted with
her hands in her lap
and eyes towards the floor
at that moment
he smiled
took out a book of matches
and handed them to her