I’m sorry
I’m sorry I pay attention to your wrists
But I do it because you’re beautiful and unbroken and I want the whole world to know
I want everyone too see how beautiful your skin is that your mother and father made, and how perfectly imperfect it is

I’m sorry I pay attention to your wrists
But I do it because I’m scared and worried that I won’t be able to protect you more than a knife ever did
I want you to know how loved you are and how you’re one of the best people I’ve ever met

I’m sorry I pay attention to your wrists
But I do it because I never want you to ever be hurt again; by other people or yourself
I want you to know how strong you are, and that no matter who hurts you, I believe you can pull through because you’re amazing

I’m sorry I pay attention to your wrists
But I do it because every single scar reminds me how I was too late
I wanted to be there more and even now, I continue to miss you and worry constantly, fearing that you’ll disappear from my life and I won’t be able to be a better friend

I’m sorry
I’m sorry I pay attention to your wrists
I don’t mean to do it to draw people’s attention
I know you’ve gotten enough of that already
Quick glances or long stares
I just want you to know
I’m here
And
I
Care

She has no mirror
but where flirt the leaves with the pond
she comes in the cool of noon
mixing the dark of her hair
with the summer shade
dipping into glass green water
her toes and far above
and all the pond sees
encrypts within the bubbles of rainbow
that only her clothes
swelled in awe
can read.

I have a story to tell it runs deep in my blood through my veins the tale of a broken heart that can never be mended  no matter how much I love shown it will never be enough days spent  pacing back-and-forth  anxious my toes tapping, looking  side to side up and down wondering if it's going to be worth it this time it's like the anticipation of the tears is worse than the actual feeling of my heart breaking all over again. Trust none that's my story of everyday wondering if it's all worth it. Each little thing I love most slowly disappearing.

It was too early, she was too young
She only wanted to belong
Instead of friends, she came home with bruises
And they were only amused

She was just seven, only second grade
And leaving home so afraid
Instead of listening, her cries meant nothing
Maybe she meant nothing
Maybe help was never coming

It went on too long, she could never win
She only wanted to stop them
Instead of smiles, she grew up with anger
And they only blamed her

She was just a child, only a little kid
And dreaming of her coffin
Instead of crying, she wanted to stop hurting
Maybe she could stop hurting
Maybe she could bury it

It was too late, she was so wrong
The damage was already done

i am not my body.
my soul is too big to fit inside it.
i have left my body many times
looking for a home for my soul.
i tried to fit it inside other bodies
inside someone else's soul
only to get bruised and breathless.
i tried leaving my soul in places
but then
when i left
i ended up missing it
so i brought my soul back to my body.
it knows it is not its home
but it is the only home i know.
every now and then
i let it go
and it visits the stars.