Memories are murderers
Hidden in the shadows of forever
They are what your worst fears are made of
They are what your demons thrive on
They break you
They make you
They beat you
They heal you
They never leave you
And maybe that is the problem
Because when someone says "she committed suicide"
You instantly think 'she killed herself'
You never wonder if it was her twisted memories that really killed her

I spent all my time trying to memorize his favorite things that I forgot mine.
The only problem with that is that when it ended, I was left to re-learn what I had once loved.

I'll take your hand and ask you to point at my heart.
You might point at my chest and say that it's beating behind the cage of my ribs hidden by flesh.
You might point to my sleeve to show that you know I fell for you, that I like you but you don't feel the same and that is why my time is being wasted when flirting with you.
You may tell me it's everywhere around us because I see you where I see most people whose opinions I care about, so you guys know my heart is out for you.
You might tell me that it's all over the place because I've given pieces of it to the wrong people, and that I will never be whole again.
I'll take your hand and ask you to point at my heart, where you point and what you say are up to you.

It's scary
How someone can go from loving you to hating you in mere seconds
How you can plan a future only for someone to destroy it in seconds
But that is love
It can not be one sided unless you're ready to be hurt
And sometimes when its mutual you are still ripped apart
Fear ruins the moments where love should've been
Leaving its victims screaming for mercy in the dark that took over where the light used to be
And this is where you will find me
I am hiding in the dark because I don't want to risk the light burning me and my heart becoming a deformity within me
So if you fall this low, don't hesitate to come visit me
I'll be here

She liked to
decorate with
makeshift gravestones
and shrines
for those around her
who had died
but still walked
the earth
unaware

Your age is
but the number
of times you've traveled
around the sun
hurtling at
nineteen miles per second
endlessly through the expanding
void
so don't tell me
that there's nothing
interesting about you
fellow space traveler
don't tell me there is nothing
remarkable about crashing
through the universe
while sitting in your armchair
you are an astronaut
capable of searing
the stars
Do not float.
Fly.

It's okay to be angry
it's okay to shout
to scream
to throw hooks
into the sky
to bring God down
to your kitchen table
and demand some
accountability
it's okay to allow blame
to land where it needs to
and to say
I refuse to apologize
for being hurt by you
I refuse to bear the responsibility
for your actions
and it is okay
to move forward
and heal