andrew.
i fall to my knees at his feet with a heavy breath.
i almost feel unworthy.
this person, this man-
he's perfection in flesh and blood.
i feel blessed.
this angel, a saint with flaws, perfect flaws.
i nearly worship him.
godlike, i search his face for signs of light, anything celestial or close to it.
i find them faintly, small, unnoticeable to anyone who's wronged him.
he is perfect, and somehow, he is mine.

Bruises on my wrists and ankles
Where you tied me up in shackles
But to my surprise you said
"Baby are you comfortable here in bed?"
I stopped and smiled at your concern
"Yes." I said
Then I did learn



you were right for me

She pressed her hand against her chest to see if her heart was still there, beating. Sure enough, it was there, but it took a little while to feel it.

she sat in the kitchen floor
wishing she hadn’t said anything more
she knew it was coming
but she didn’t expect him to leave so soon

Writhing within her chains of thorns,
Feeling great intense remorse-
Never sure of what she is-
Confused
Dazed
Sleepless and insecure
There are the years you learn
You learn to live, to thrive

but some don't make it out alive

When she was fine with being alone
Felt comfortable and safe inside of her home
She got a visit from a guy
And then he told her he loved her
He grabbed her hand
And that’s when she realized she could fly

Wailing, screaming, crying
I'm tearing my hair out
Breaking, sobbing, wheezing
I'm eating too much
Wishing, hoping, pleading
I'm checking my phone
Hurting, falling, snapping

i don't know why you did what you did or why youre here now

If her love was a story it’d be shaped with roses and thorns
Blood on her fingertips
Blood on her lips
Blood on her hips
All because of the cuts they left
But they were so pretty she thought she could trust them
Looks are deceiving
They all leave me bleeding
And maybe she would never learn
Not to touch the fire, it burns

Why don’t you talk to her
Is it because of the
Way that she feels
Is that
The reason they go
She can not help that these
All of these feelings
They crawl up
And cut out her throat
What is your deal? What is your problem?
And now she’s falling straight down, into the clouds, trying to end it
Look in the mirror
Hope to see herself clearer
But as far as she can see
It’s only a fog
Bring her to life again
Pull out your knife again
Repeat the process
Until she goes

Blood was her life, staining her knife
Blood on her thighs, covered with lies
His finger had lingered where none other had
And that’s one of many things that made her sad

black fabric was the best choice
wishing they could hear her voice
through her earbuds she listened
it drowned out thoughts as her tears glistened
death was what she wanted
love was what she hunted