My thoughts are made of poison
Slowly but surely killing me
The more I drink from this bottle
Of sparkling blue liquid
The more my heart races
-You could stop drinking, you know?-
I could but the thrill is worth the pain

Poison is consuming my body
My brain to my heart
I'm sipping from this bottle
Because its all I can do
Slowly poising myself
So that I can feel the high
That comes when
Your body decides to give up

Poison dripping from my mouth
Falling where it pleases
Releasing all emotion
Back to where it came from
To that glass bottle.

I feel like
I'm Suffocating
I can't breath
Thought
Technically I'm breathing
Just fine

If you pull the stem
Off a honeysuckle you can
Eat the flower

Honeysuckle are either yellow
Or a bright red
There were soft yellows
Growing in the back yard

Those flowers infused our
Summer nights
Their beautifully sweet aroma
Filled our thoughts

Our summer nights were as delicate
As the moon that illuminated them

Sweet smiles covered our faces as
We pretended to be fine
While eating those
Soft yellow flowers.

I am voiceless
I have no clue how to make the world see the things I see
I don't know how 
 to put into words
how it feels to breathe,
I'm sorry that I can't explain
how I feel right now
my mind isn't working correctly

I'm not okay
but I feel fine

I am from a broken home,
Though it never felt fractured
I am from smiling faces, and sad hearts.
I am from classical music and tough boys,
Always finding things to break
I am from loud people, stubborn with opinions.
I am from piles of autumn leaves,
Jumping in with little hands and little feet
I am from rivers full of living things, and rope swings.
I am from multiple houses,
Always filled with laughing children
I am from gravel roads, and one way streets.
I am from mud pies,
Made with love from little girls
I am of potions, made of grass and glitter.
I am from multiple siblings,
Though I am an only child
I am of the willow tree, healing and holy.
I am from the space between loving arms,
Where I ran when frightened
I am from gravel roads, and one way streets.
I am from a thicket of flowers,
From which my name comes
I am of cold morning air, brisk in my lungs.
I am of leaves and dirt,
still and motionless in time and memory
I am from no light, but the starry sky.
I am of dancing feet,
that belong to the people of the waters that never still
I am of the moon, dark and calm.
I am from towns filled with people,
But not one soul who knew me
I am from gravel roads, and one way streets.
I am from laughter and courage,
Things I always want with me
I am from quiet early morning conversations.
I am from love and happiness,
Friends who will never leave my side
I am of the stars, from which the constellation I was born.
I am from things that no longer make sense,
Though they never did
I am from a wooden castle.
I am from myself,
The person I want to be
I am from hidden passageways.
I am from cold nights and bonfires,
My aunt was always the fun one
I am from gravel roads, and one way streets.
I am from crystal and earth,
Coarse as the wind flows
I am from sacred towers.
I am from the sea,
Deep and always flowing
I am from nothing.
I am from sad things and shoe strings,
That intertwine as one
I am from the little things.
I am from brittle glass and scorched earth,
Once renewed are beautiful
I am from a dying tree.
I am from old towns,
No longer filled with people
I am from gravel roads and one way streets.
I am from closed doors,
Though new ones always open
I am from life itself.

Flowers are sitting in my window seal
They are so full of life
They're a symbol of love and devotion
They were delivered months ago
For a special occassion
From a boy I no longer love

Now there just dried flowers
Stuck to my wall
Hanging from white yarn
They symbolize past love
And how even in the end there is beauty
They've been there since
I fell out of love with him

I can't bring myself to take them down
Even as they wilted
They stayed beautiful
They're a reminder
That even if something dies
It was once special to someone