Some days I find you clustered 
in the corners of my bathroom mirror

and sometimes I find you in the lines
 of my own hands,
like you’ve 
been sitting there for centuries,

waiting for me to notice you
and I'm noticing you.

I' m noticing you all the time.

But the thing you don’t understand
 is
that I'm trying to stop noticing you
.
But trying to stop noticing you,
is 
like trying to stop noticing 
that the ocean is blue
or that
 all the oxygen in my veins 
left when you did.

All that glitters is not gold
I stayed up to watch you go
I feel so much better now you’re not around
There’s no one to kick me while I’m down
No one to burn my bridges anymore
After all,
Rain is what makes the flowers grow

I’ll tell you what we were. 

We were sparks 
just after the light died ,
when all of the excitement 
in the night faded 
and only ash and burn marks were left. 

We were the quiet expectation 
in between the roaring thunder. 

We were the puddle 
but never the rain. 

We were always 
what could have been,

except sometimes,

we were.

Keep your friends by your shoulder,
save your lovers in your heart.

Put your enemies behind your back
that's where they always are

We used to make friends so easily
never judging anyone is what's it's meant to be
our parents were heroes in our eyes
TV and magazines soon changed our minds

As we grow older
we grow not wiser
but full more of hate

told to love
and told not to love ourselves

You never thought it was going to come so soon
although you knew this was always fate
as you blow your eighteen  candles
the smoke drifts but your childhood drifts further

we love -
for we bleed oils
from the same palette

we love -
for we bleed oils
from the same palette