I hate how easy it is
for her to just look at her scars
to talk about them
like she talks about the weather

'you're beautiful' I tell her
'thanks' she replies
'really. I mean it'
'I'm sure you do'

She sighs, fiddles with strings
I try to emphasize my point
tell her more. all the time
but daddy never told her
'you're beautiful'

I hate seeing her scars
little reminders
that at one point
I could not be there
to love and cherish her
tell her that she's beautiful

Maybe I'm being selfish
maybe she loves her scars
maybe she doesn't want them to leave
but maybe she's just being strong

I am not the judge.

I tried so hard to avoid the stereotypes
I tried so hard that I didn't realize
I was becoming one.

Let me take your hand
give me a pen
let me use your skin
to build a work of art

I'll make you prettier
bring out your scars and bruises
and watch me.
I'll ink you in

Lastly I'll write my name on your wrist
and a few others, too
I don't mind if you don't know who they are
they're gone and forgotten, just like me and you

hatehatehate

the word just kind of rings
makes me ponder
all these things
and i start to wonder

who am i?
who are you?
i tried to fly
but
it soon became an issue

because hate kept spinning
pinning me down
and i was aching
just waiting for you

but it wasn't a surprise
when you didn't come
you could see it in my eyes
when my castle came crumbling down

I just want to
run
  run
     run   a w a y

I'm sick of this town
I'm sick of this person
really, who would miss me?

There's no way to describe it
it's not wanderlust
whatever that is

It's a queasy feeling
it almost makes me nauseous
and my lungs feel like they're closing
and everything's getting too close.

I'm sick of this town
I'm sick of my judges
But mostly, I'm sick of you.

I
struggle to
recall that some
people are not as
nice as they may seem

I'm not afraid to love you
I'm afraid that you won't love me
because I have a few more scars
because I'm a little bit different
because I'm a little bit louder
because I'm a little bit bigger
but maybe
maybe there is a certain hope in the darkness.
maybe you would love me