my head feels so full
and so empty
at the same time
it feels like nothing
and everything
at the same time

"i am too broken," i tell myself
but everyone has broken pieces, some bigger than others.
you find beauty in broken,
so find it in yours too.

I wish I'd never wasted poems on you.

if tomorrow our sky is no longer blue
it would be
the color of your eyes
the night you kissed me
under the red, green, blue lights
the way your soul lit up
when you looked at me
for a second,
i forgot the world existed
i forgot how to breathe
i want to remember
the color of your eyes

they’re not even sky blue
but i wouldn’t mind
naming the color of the sky
after them

my mom thinks
no boy will ever deserve me
but
my dad thinks
the man who deserves me
is the one who knows he doesn't