wilted roses
and torn photographs.
the signs
of heartbreak
that litter the floor
of my bedroom,
the same bedroom
where we once
lay together
under a warm pink blanket,
connecting
glow-in-the-dark stars
and dreaming about
our future
of shared apartments
and Mr. and Mrs. coffee mugs.
falling asleep
to the sounds
of ed sheeran
love songs
tangled
in each other's arms.
running hands
across skin
and whispering
"i love you"
with the smell
of wine on our breath.

these hollow bones
don't feel the pain
your merciless hands
always seem to convey.
i see the scars
and welts
and bruises
but the stars
in my eyes
shine brighter
than the warning lights
flashing in the distance.
no matter
how many tears
i catch in this jar
it'll never open my eyes
to the love
that's drifted afar.
and every time
i feel your bittersweet kiss
i can't resist
because the way
you make me feel inside
is stronger than
the physical pain
hidden behind
these sunken eyes.

You are
the only reason
these poems have
Unhappy Endings.

does she get better
in the end?

She ain’t a *****
so stop whistling, that won’t do the trick
you will only make her think you’re a real ****.
You see her walking down the street
and she looks gorgeous from her head to her feet
we all know that’s the girl you wanna meet
but don’t you never ever dare
to whistle while you stare
only because a girl is dressed all nice
it doesn’t give you the right to objectify.
Oh, and you know one thing?
Just because she has no wedding ring
it doesn’t make you her next fling
She already knows she’s beautiful and amazing
and she really doesn’t need men gazing
to know how much she’s worth
she’s a girl, she’s been perfect from birth
she dresses up for herself and that’s for sure
she doesn’t even care about your attention
and did I already mention
she ain’t a *****
and you’re totally kitsch
if you think you’ll get her attention this way
you were never so wrong, babe.