i don’t want to just be your friend

i want to be the person you wake up to in the morning

to kiss your body on bad days and make you feel good when you don’t

i want to tell you to come home rather than come over

to be the girl you tell your friends and family about

to drive with the windows down listening to you sing your favorite songs

i want to get high with you on lazy sundays then make breakfast in our underwear

i don’t want to just be your friend
i want to be one of your best friends you fall in love with

s.s

I want to be a rockstar
So careless and so crude
I want the grit inside my voice
To be your brain’s ear food

I want to be a rockstar
I long to be tattooed
The white noise of a black guitar
Will always be my mood

i crave you
like an addict
searching for their fix
oh sweetheart
relapse
has never tasted so sweet

s.s

we wrote more poetry
in the wrinkles of your sheets
in one night than
I have written in the pages
of my journal all year

What if beauty was preserved?

Will it still carry the same significance?
Will preservatives slur her growth?
Will she still become who she was destined to be?
Will her natural beauty be enough to deny any need of preservation?

I have seen love
So quiet and so pure
Two people moving
Through their lives like
An intertwining silent dance
Not one word may slip through their lips
Or a single noise out the mouth
For they do not need speech
Or even touch
Just the feeling of a twin soul
Being kindled near

The fate of my life
Is in my hands
Should I jump
Just make this all
Come to an end
Would I hurt
Not just myself
But everyone around me

One foot
Over the edge
My mind is racing
Is this the right thing
I just want to make it end

Second guessing
What I thought was right
Take a step backwards
I’m so filled with fright

We all have these moments
When times get rough
To just end our lives
But you got to have trust

Trust in yourself
Your not alone
There’s always a driving force
To bring you safely
Back home...