He just makes
Me wonder how anyone,
Including me, could have
Ever been afraid to love

What if the life
Inside of me
Grew to be her own person?

She took my spirit and
Became the fire I kept
Behind the hearth
Of my heart to keep me warm.

Come with me
To the place where
Our hearts can beat
Like wind chimes
And forever
Ring out,
Calling to something greater.

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 guess I
Just care too much
That's my problem

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

I've been seeing you in every one of my drawings and painted the scar on your cheek every night before bed
tasting you in peppermint leaves...

I'm so sick of being
Little
      Tiny
            Accused of not understanding

Told that I will understand as I get older
As I grow

  It makes me want to take the advice you gave me and use it
To make my table even.

Maybe burn it in the fireplace for warmth or laugh at it when I'm down to make myself feel better.

Give it to my dog to chase or shove it in the attic with all the useless things I own

Because I have told you so many times before I will not shut myself off the way you do and become numb to everything I think will drag me under.

I'm going to stand over it with my foot against it's throat and tell it to *******, whether it's my fears or my anxiety or my doubts  I'm going to chase it with a match and burn it alive or put a bag over it's head until it stops telling me what the **** I'm going to do.

Flames flicker
Like they're dying
Yet they light the room

How do you hold
Yourself together
When the distance
Is growing,
When the quilt is being ripped
To cotton and thread
And your tears spill as you have begged them not to.

How do you pick yourself up
When the anger you feel
Threatens to unseam you and
Everything you love falls to
The floor and shatters like
The last glass plate in the cabinet?

Please tell me how you stay true
To yourself while becoming a woman, and wanting to be unselfish while still staying loyal to the promise you made to always say how you truly felt.

I need answers on how to grow and still grow together

I watch
As the sun wakes
The Sky.
And I ache
To hold you, as your
Eyes welcome the light.