we’re not lost,
we’re just a little
topsy turvy today
but who says the
ceiling has to be up
when we’re both so low?

kiss my scars and
freckles in a way
that let’s me know
imperfections are okay.

i’d lay in the forest
all the time if
spiders didn’t find
their way into
my spine and
up from there
right to my brain
i swear, they’re
the ones driving
me insane.

*(r.e.)

i’m feeling sorry
for the things i am not
like maybe if i was
long-boarding when we met
you wouldn't have had to push me along.
maybe if i didn't hate drugs
my favorite night would be different.
we could have been smoking in your room
while your cat clawed my legs
instead of arguing about who’s
music to listen to next.
maybe if i wasn't so scared
to have a little fun
i could still be there with you
but i was terrified and you wanted
everything i was not.

*(r.e.)

i’ve had so many thoughts
peeling through the day
and i was terrified for so long
that i could never stop the intrusion
but when i kissed you
the thoughts faded into black
and all that was left inside of me
was a fire burning hot.

*(r.e.)

everything i touch is art
and i want to turn your
back into canvas
my fingers are covered
in acrylic paint and
you’re becoming a masterpiece

*(r.e.)

i’m a wreck and it’s easy to see
will i ever stop pushing them
away from me?
i’m stuck under the waves,
and i push myself down
who’s fault would it really be
if i drown?

*(r.e.)