you'll always be the one.
although we never touched hands or met eyes,
i can still feel you even though you're not here anymore.
you're my stars,
my moon.
the reason why the earth spins.
but i still feel empty sometimes.
i can't feel you sometimes.
proving to the sky that this is for you gets tiring sometimes but that will never stop me.
you're my best friend.
there's letters in my closet written to your name.
notebooks filled with bundles of words that have captured your existence,
as if it could.
sketches and paintings hung up that are you,
they're trees in the morning,
the sky hugging the world,
flowers in hands,
they're all you.
you'll always be the one.
and until we meet again friend,
i love you.

I fell in love
With your memories
Looking for you
Over my coffee
I need you here
At my throbbing lips
Chewed till crimson
Thinking of you

i could breathe again.
the world stopped,
all i could see when i closed my eyes were
trees swaying gracefully in the wind.
i could see mountains in the distance.
mountains with snow covered peaks,
not melting even when the sun shined on us.
my hands touched the grass beneath my feet,
letting every blade of grass slip their way inbetween my fingertips.
this is the most beautiful moment in life.
right here,
right now.
it was all happening again,
but this time different.
this time was forever.
i held the galaxies in my the cups of my hands
and i felt the universe's kiss on my cheek.
i want to be here.
i could breathe again,
unafraid.

right side of bed
top drawer
tiny blade
blood stained

right of drawer
vertical cabinet
cigarettes
and a lighter

here's to forgetting you

-on cracking and crushing

It's hard
to conduct oneself
when candy's on the shelf

It's there for the taking
my decency is breaking
I feel I slip away

Where's that hopeless helping hand
of my helpless hapless father
Now I need it, not in my shirt
and for once not under my skirt

Who on earth can help me stand
against this hapless hopeless bar
It ***** me empty
me - imploding star

when i was younger,
my mom would turn the mirror to me with bright eyes.

"look at my beautiful girl!"
she'd say.
her truth was the only one that mattered,
and so i'd smile,
crooked teeth and disheveled hair
because, well,
if she thought i was beautiful,
surely i was.

i'm sixteen, it's been ten years.
time has worn my confidence thin.


i can't look in the mirror anymore.

Theres a girl I know
That walks the shore
her hair, stranded gold.
Her eyes are emeralds
drenched in sunlight.
Her nose of noble mould

She's clumsy but she's grace
She doesn't like her heels
She can take her bra off with shirt in place
She gives me magical feels

Her smile is pure adrenaline
Her legs are silken cloth
The junction drives my mind insane
Her, blazing fire. Me, awestruck moth

I thought I'd loved, in my past
In fact, I knew I had
I've cradled my blood soaked heart
In hands of molten sand

But looking at my fruity girl
Drives all that bunk away
She makes me smile and dance and twirl
She makes me happy, Everyday.

let us uncover
the oneness in
one another