When you're told
8:30
And faces aren't seen till
midnight

Is when you realize you
aren't
the social butterfly

The world is tired.
She is feeling quite blue
"Out of reach," she says.
"We are out of reach."
I do not feel out of reach.
And out of judicious sense,
She, the world, decided to play a trick on us.
A trick to make us sleepy.
I am feeling sleepy...
I think I might sleep...
Goodnight….

Fear surges through the legs
As you watch in what all might consider,
Death.
The sulfur-tongued creature
A conspiracy against the world
Darkness.
In the corner of it all, the damning evidence of
The world,
Let it slam into your face
And let it consume

I can't seem to
                              think
Without your
                    Face
Swimming inside my
                                          My head

Let’s lay on the grass
We can just hold each other, pressing our lips together
In unorganized harmony

We can be the only ones in the world
Just for a moment

That
Small
Small
Moment

We can be the only ones in the world
To lay on the grass
And kiss

We've listened to the words
Of politics instead of science

We'll avoid the topic
Until the Earth cries her last tears

One day we'll be at fault
For all the problems we've caused

But right now
The Earth is still crying

In five words or less

Why do I have to be the one to
die
This tragedy made into a comedy
I'm the sick joke
who dies after being kissed
by my love

Under the starry sky
Under the moonlit water
Under the toiled ground
Under the heeps of dirt
Under the souled shoes
Under the girl in red and blue
Under the boy who can't count
Under me and you


Love

I starve myself
But not to feel pretty and skinny
I stop eating because I’m not hungry
I stop thinking about food
And I stop thinking about what
I have eaten and what I want to eat
I go hungry even if there is food
I don’t think hard about what I should
Eat and what I should see
Maybe I’m scary
But I starve myself
To feel something

What if I changed for you?
How would you feel if I had green eyes
If I had blonde hair
If I was curvier and shorter
Would you love me then?

What if I smiled for you?
How would you feel if I bore my teeth
If I grinned like the Cheshire Cat
If I only smiled at your name
Would you love me then?

What if- What if- What if!
These shouldn't be what if!
I will change for you!
I'll look different so you will love me just like you love her!
I will smile only for you and I will
I will
I will
I will

But will you please love me in return?