I am sorry I have scared your arm
And messed up in all sorts of ways
I swear that I meant no harm
I promise It will be
Okay

If I could die
I'm sure I would
But not just yet
For this life is just too good

They say I should bind. So sometimes I do. But not because they told me so, but because I want to. They say I need to act like more of the boy they want me to want me to be. But I am okay with the boy I know I am. I can wear push-up bras, and I can bind. I am just as much of a boy as he who wears Nike, though I may not seem as much of a man.
But I will be who I want to be...
Because I can

We give each others hands a shake
And sob until the tears make
The only other sound’s the break
Of distant waves and birds awake
The suicidal ideation deep
But we have promises to keep
Until then we must not sleep
For we’ll be in bed with tear ducts that weep
We will rise from our lonely bed
With thoughts of sadness in our head,
We idolise being dead.
Facing the day with hopeful dread.

And my lips were now
fire
When I touched him
my hands
were the stars and he
was the sky
And what used to be the ceiling
was the clouds
I
was
Flying

It was then that I realized My mind is like the rabbit hole from Alice in Wonderland. Once I fell in, I knew there was no going back. Deeper and deeper I fell...Until I hit rock bottom.

If our love was a flower it would be a rose. A beautiful thing, but you must stay cautious, because if you got to close, you might just get cut by the thorns...
If our love was an animal it would be a lone wolf. Because she loves to travel alone.
And I love the moon