This girl
Who talks about honesty
Like it grows out
Of a crack in cement.

The flower that blooms
Purely out of spite
And takes what she gives
To herself without another word.

And if she's ever been hated,
She's never noticed.
This girl is beautiful
In her self love.

I think,
there comes
a point when
the pain is so
great that when
you break it is
peaceful.

Is it easier
to breathe
when you
  are empty?

Her virginity
Was a flower
You plucked her girlhood
And put it in a vase
By her bed

Reminded her
a woman's role was to love
Support the growth
of the flower
that you picked

Made sure
that she'd water it
But wouldn't dare
to do it yourself

Dug the lily
from dirt with two
fingers

Because
of its beauty
But what about
how it grows?

I watched
the sparklers run down
As one by one they exploded
then melted into the sky
And I can't help but wonder
Do we all burn out like that?

her bones

rubbing together

sounded like wind chimes

S h e
with her lips swollen
with sadness

He
didn't try to
Give me ancient Rome
or
promise
me a world
he couldn't give
Instead
he lent me a soul
to sit next to
and
gifted me
with what I needed.

I've cried often
and tasted the salt and sadness.
But that was before.
It would only take the once when
I kissed the rain from his lips
and that
would be all that ever mattered.

This time
this one time
I'm really scared to be left home alone
Please don't leave me in distance
of reaching him
Don't leave me to eat my thoughts
They're so heavy I might not finish them
before you come home
I wanted to see him come home
Even if he only walked away
in the dream last night
I wanted to hold him again
even if it was only last night
he gave me the finger goodbye
And smiled and laughed for the last time
at me
Still
I wouldn't mind him saying goodbye to me again
If only I wouldn't be left alone this time

I never believed
that a little care could heal the wounds
but
when I almost wrote to you
I thought about the first scar
I've ever gotten
As you take off
your shoes
and strip your worry
and then slide into the aisle
right into
the clothes rack.
Your forehead bleeding
but she holds you
You do not cry.
I almost hoped that you were doing okay
And then
You fall into your grandfather's lap
He makes you laugh
and says the pump was
for lighting the firework
and that your head must be about to burst
I almost missed you
but then I thought back
to the fireworks bursting from my skin
leaving burns in its wake
And you-
you-
No I gathered myself up and cared
for the love of leaving heart behind
in the form of scars

I
                                                                ­                stopped being
                                                                ­             scared long
                                                                ­           enough to
                                                                ­               realize you..
                                                           ­               One day won't
                                                                ­              matter. If the Earth
                                                                ­                stops turning and the
                                                                ­           tides reclaim the equator
                                    I'll let the sea swallow your thoughts
I won't worry if you made it to your house safe at midnight

If one day
The pyramids are the
only things that make it in this
world then I won't cry thinking that
I keep losing what I already lost when I said goodbye

If the Sun stops
                     burning then                              I won't mind                  
           when the cold                                          becomes my hands
then  I                                                    ­    
  will no longer                                                   care to hear you
            complain about their  lack of warmth        

If we
  were       the last
         peo-           ple            
alive           then
     I         would
still love you

B u t   t h i s   t i m e

I    wouldn't   dare   waste   the   time   we   had   left