I'd reach for stars and bring them to you,
If I wasn't already squinting.

Her eyes are rough.
I want her lips, I want to try them on.
Her curves look nice to touch.
Her hands feel open like the sky,
Cloudy, condensation in mine.

When tears fall from her face,
I want to pull her hair,
I want to push her buttons,
And squeeze her close,
And tell her she is beautiful.

Mmm..headlines,
Aah...trade lines,
Oooh...glitter.

Delicate things,
And pretty flowers.
Special days with apple pie,
Cinnamon cakes and tea.
Warm weather,
Or a bit of a chill.

Comforting childhood,
Come at will.

I'm not pretty to you anymore,
I'm not pretty to myself.

How is it that when I'm sad, happiness eludes me, and when I'm happy, sadness is not near?

She just wants to be loved,
To feel loved and accepted.
So she pushes away the people she loves most,
Tests their strengths and abilities;
"Whoever remains in the end", she thinks,
"Deserves my love whole".

Foolish girl,
You seek a bloodbath,
A war for others to fight,
To devour your shadows of insecurity.
No one will be there at the finish line,
No one can outrun your fear.
You will **** them all.