you, my love, are both.
both the warrior and the healer.
both the scholar and the giggles.
both the smile and the voice.
both the dreamer and the work.
both the sister and the friend.

you, my dear, are and.
sweet and fire and
daring and soft and poems
and rain and lightning and
sunshine and brave
and shy and quiet and
booming and stubborn
and red and lively and
blue and burning.

you, my sister, are not everything.
but anything.

She says she doesn't care
She says she doesn't care that her grades are dropping
She says she doesn't care if her dad hits her
She says she doesn't care that 'he' left her
She says she doesn't care when people criticize her all the time
She says she doesn't care that she has no friends
But, I know she does
I know what she doesn't say
She tries to hide the sadness but her eyes give her away
Whether it's the crimson on her wrists or
The way in which her breathing gets heavier when I walk past her explains it all
She cares because she dances in the rain when everyone takes cover
She is a poem in a world which is still learning the alphabet.

I would scream and I would shout, if I could.
My lungs would break my throat would burn out.
The mirror on the dazzling night sky is silent this time.
It vowed it would be, the day I said I would not.

However I am silent all the same, and I've no more to give.
My soul is spent, the childlike wonder, the reason to laugh.
As I lay on the wet grass in the upside down forest,
I fall through the trees and I merge with the rest.

I stand up tall as I float in the air, just like it was meant to be.
And when I look to the sky for the last time, with weary eyes
I remember all the wonders its canvas held in another era of our kind.
Its paint is now dry and old, but you can still see how those tales were told.

With gorgeous colors applied through graceful lines, vivid movements in your mind.
You need not look to the sky, just hold this canvas close to your heart.
See that shading and that carefully painted figure with the luminescent eyes?
Look to the details that you really do hold close to your life.

I am
just a daisy
A tiny flower
small and obsolete
In a Field of Poppies
Who smell sweeter than I
And are larger with brighter colors
but while they might tease me for my size
It Will be Them Who are to be Plucked Away
For showing off their pretty colors in the warm sun
So I Will Get To Bloom Larger Yet Because I Am Just A Daisy

She found me on a bench
I was falling apart
She asked "what's wrong?"
"its just my heart"
"Oh **** dude!"
"Do you have a condition?"
"well,kinda,I'm on a suicide mission"
"I got an idea"
"Instead of the ****"
"You hope on your board"
"And bomb a fat hill?"
Of course I agreed
And with the new friend I had made
She rode beside me
And the hill? It was slayed
So bicycle girl
With your long red hair
This ones for you
Thankyou for being there

I think I'm the saddest I've ever been. I've never felt so much hate towards myself before. A feeling I told myself I'd never feel. I feel lost.