I plant my heart
In a tiny terracotta ***
So that I know I can always find home
For the chips in the paint
And where the water drips out
Can always tell me where I must go

If you were to pry apart my rib cage you’d find I have vines rather than milk white bones
In place of my lungs two hyacinth have sprung and my kidneys are now instead cloves
Everywhere else is just a hollowed out shelf for I no longer need my head for my brain
‘Cause my eyes are chrysanthemums and for my lips tulips hum as my ears are replaced by daisies plain
And as these wildflowers bloom down under the moon they represent my faint floral existence
For as a flower field girl with too many cares in this world the death of my roots can end my persistence

“What do you want me to say!?”
I know not what verbal intonations I must gasp for my most urgent thoughts to be portrayed
In a manner of which will ease upon your conscious
My utter mass confusion for why you see my actions as a direct act of defiance
I merely yearn for the slightest inkling of a possibility
To cultivate my unique sense of blossoming identity outside of this stifling cardboard box we identify as our “hometown tranquility”
For it is so agonizingly obvious that we lack the ability to share our vastly contrasting mindsets  
As my aspirations guide me into uncharted territory and the impending uncertainty was never your intent

"I'm an open book"
She says

Written in
code.

Cobbled streets
And flashing lights
The splashing rain
Illuminates my nights
A labyrinth of buildings
Standing row by row
Secrets in dark alleys
That only a few do know

***** breath and drugged up minds
Teens are dying get with the times
Take a drag and fill your lungs
A chemical euphoria now feelings are numb
Sure you’re cool if you’re drunk on the buzz
Tip back the peer pressure and pop some drugs
Puking in toilets and cheering on risk
A coming of age you don’t want to miss
Our lives are at stake but none of us care
What fun is safety when the thrill’s always there?
Our parents, they warn us but none of us listen
What good does it do us when the glow of youth beckons
Temptation is lovely and disobedience delightful
***** watching the news and being insightful
Our youth is short lived so why not ruin it while we can
This kingdom is ours and we can be Peter Pan
Lost boys and girls looking for the next big thing
While Death stands by and his scythe he does swing
Some of us won’t make it to the age of adults
But none of that matters when you’re high off the salts
We shall tempt Death and see if he answers
But for now we will party like nothing else matters