Sometimes I step into the wrong hallway,
and a smell hits me.
Its far away, barley there,
and suddenly I can feel my mother's hands in my hair.
I can see the rays of summer's sun filtering beneath my cousin's eyes and colouring them hazel.
I stare in awe, and she paints my nails, as I lie with my cheek against the wooden floor.
I am watching my father, taller than he ever was, and the tea I've spilled is turning cold against the table.

everywhere is a hole,
waiting to **** me up.
every word from your lips,
a beautiful request to crush my heart.
step carefully,
with practiced skepticism,
or the ground will give out beneath you.

He was glass.
Not necessarily fragile, but the threat was always there.
You couldn't crush him in your hands if you tried,
whether with love or cruelty,
lest your hands be stained with blood.
But maybe all it would take is the smallest slip,
clumsy footing,
and he would shatter.

Stop to think before you act
As everyone had always said
When surrendering to the dark
Silence grows heavy
Thoughts begin to spiral
Right before bed
Moon comes by as an old friend
Drawing soft shadows along the wall
Bringing light even to the dimmest flames
Yet one night moon never comes
She waits by bedside
Without the moon's warm light
Darkness begins to tug at her
Until she succumbs to its promise
Of an eternal flame
Not meant to warm
Simply to blind those who fly too close to the sun

i am a porcelain doll
a presentation, a display
if i crack
they'll see my decay

i am an actor
a phony, a fake
i bind my chest
and hope i don't break

i am a marionette
a puppet, a toy
"look at this ***...
he'll never be a real boy."

I know I tend to
speak with no end to
you bout what‘s on my mind
while you listen, oh you’re so kind
don‘t understand the way you act
so wanna hear a little fun fact?
roses are red
the most liked colour is blue
even though you hate it
I still love you