i saw you outside
on my roof tonight
with your messy hair
and cigarette glowing
between your fingertips and
you wouldn’t leave but
you wouldn’t come in
and i kept staring as you
blew puffs of smoke
with your back against my
bedroom window and
i wanted to get up and crawl
outside and sit behind
you and draw pictures on
your back of all the things
i didn’t know how to say but
my blankets felt like lead
so i whispered to my pillow how
much i love you and then
the sun began to rise
and you looked back at me
with ashes beneath your
eyes and i told my pillow
i wish you’d stay
but you didn’t you
never do

I need to be the air that allows your lungs to breathe
I need to be the light you use to see
I need to be water to a tree
Flowers to a bee
I need you to need me
Because isn't that relevance?

He was the most beautiful boy I've ever seen
He was like curling up with a coffee on a rainy day
Sitting in front of the fireplace listening to the tapping of rain droplets on a tin roof
Or waking up early in the morning to watch the sunrise, grass covered in dew and breath foggy against the suns rays
A sort of bittersweet boy

When you are looking
for beauty in this world
To keep you from hurting;
Cutting,
Crying
I hope your eyes drift to me
And see beauty in all the places
the world let you down

They say there are seven wonders of the world
I say they obviously haven't met you

Flowers bloom in the empty parts of me
Soil lined stomach and water blood
A tiny succulent sprouts
An abandoned graveyard of bones and pills
Lungs clouded with smoke from meal replacement ciggarettes
Green tea helps them grow
Silly girl, flowers don’t need food
One day you will be beautiful