I'd ask you to lay me down in fields and flowers but the insects tear my flesh. So lay me down in pools of water and I'll float till my lungs run out of breath. Take my anxious heart and take my sweaty hand, it's the adrenaline rush of lust but it's nothing I can't stand.

See I've got this pretty little fantasy of me and some boy I've yet to meet, he's got a Polaroid in this hand and I've got joy in my heart. We capture each other's smiles, in cars and fields and houses. We build a fort out of sheets and watch our story till we fall asleep.

I've come to terms that my pulse is rare and a rhythm that connects they say is out there somewhere. But I'll be content even if it's just me, stars stand alone so I'll be the brightest you've seen.

I've been watching all my friends fall in love and I'm not jealous but it hurts they're leaving me. I'll try to keep in touch but they've got shifted priorities, I'm glad they've found the one but my human significance goes back to dust.

And if that's love maybe I don't want it, to have one soul attraction and leave my loyalties behind. While I know there's nothing like it that world of falling splendor, after the fall comes responsibility and my heart is restless and untethered.

Don't bruise your bones love, don't you know they're beautiful. The foundation of all the things that grow from within your sacred storehouse. They're thick and sweet like milk and honey. The rose of your body, a sight to behold but hard to pluck, everyone has thorns, it's the human condition not your bad luck. But it's your framework none the less however catastrophic it may be. And you can flail about all you want but tantrums only show your immaturity.

Don't bruise your bones love, for they always carry you, heavy and light through all the yes no's thank and **** yous. A fragile Skelton don't let it decay for what queen did rule over the bursted blood vessels and scars when flowers and constellations are the kingdom yielding to your hand everyday.

Don't bruise your bones love, whatever trigger comes your way, take the words like the hand of a ghost, slipping through you like translucent silk, don't harbor them with a hook in your heart, don't plunge it in deep to stick. You have mountains to climb and valleys to tread, the terrain is tough enough without sealing malice inside your head.

Don't bruise your bones love, for all the hope they give, they are strength to the fallen, they are the purest form of love in this life we live. And a beacon they will be, flawed but not by you, for the world has made your bones strong without them being bruised by you.