I thought if I could swallow the stars
I’d be as beautiful as the evening sky
I tried one night    with fireflies
They burned my throat
Their legs striking at soft flesh
But my skin did not glow
No moon crawled from my eye sockets
I was left with corpses in my stomach
I soon learned I would only ever be
A cemetery

if emotions are colors
love is a burning red
sadness the deepest of blues
so i painted seven oceans on fire
and named it after you

In my opinion,
things don't get better,
we're made to think it.
a coping mechanism,
built in.
To survive.

The laughs,
The cries.
The secrets,
The lies.
The little fights,
The drunken nights,
A friend is all you need.

How can emptiness be so heavy?

Breathe in and out
Their words dont count