Power outlets exist on ceilings.
Why?
Because gravity will die
and we will walk on the lights.
The ground becomes the ceiling;
the stars become the dirt.

you know sweetie, I'd love to forgive you
I'd love to believe that
your intentions were the best
however I can't seem
to get this particular dream
out of my head
see, what I dream is
you saying "sorry, you were right"
"I didn't mean any of it"
"not even that one night"
I want to be validated
in my grief, I suppose
I want a reason behind
why this hurts so bad
after so long
because frankly you don't deserve this from me
you don't deserve anything from me
you made promises that you didn't even try to keep
you spat lies into my face
and apologized for things
that you planned on doing
the very next day
so don't you dare tell me
you're "sorry"

now I don't want an apology
instead I want nothing but guilt
and shame
for you
because just for once in your life
I want you to take responsibility
for the mistakes you made
and the choices you made
and the times that you actively decided
to douse my wounds with salt
I want you to feel the burning
that's been in my blood for the past ten months
if I have to burn,
well, baby,
you're gonna burn too

He was a sculpture,
Carved to perfection-
Crafted by a true artist.
She was splattered on the canvas;
A mess of wild color,
Thrown together by an amateur.
He thought she was beautiful,
Even though he couldn't quite
Understand her and her giant mess of a story.
She thought he was perfect, too good for her craziness and splatters.
But she was intrigued, she thought he was flawless and something that beautiful deserves to be looked at.
Funny thing is,
He thought that about her. She intrigued him and she needed to be understood.
So he looked at her for days and
Finally he came to the same conclusion as her.
She was flawless and something that beautiful deserves to be looked at.
But together-
They were something
Even more beautiful.

Uncle Charlie
don’t you see,
that little girl back there
was me?

Filled with happiness and light,
no one ever
brave enough to bite.
Day after day,
and night after night…
She became lonely
and would lay
in the golden hay.

She loved,
but never found rest.
All the boys wanted her
for her *******.
She felt useless and
soon became
ruthless.  

Now,
Uncle Charlie,
do you see
how that little girl back there
used to be me?

if you've never cried
while singing along to a song in your car
I highly recommend it
I recommend feeling your voice shake
as your mouth forms
the words your mind
knows by heart
I recommend screaming the lines
that hurt
the most
and letting the raw emotion
exist.
yes
you always feel like this
but today
I recommend
that you actually
let yourself
feel it.

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