Writing isn't really my thing.

It never has been and I don't think it ever will be.

But god **** I could write a book about all the things I love about you.

come explore the universe with me-
i want to dance among the stars with you

You're stuck in a world where you have a perfect son
and two helpless daughters.

And I hate you for it.

i want to get all my fears
tattooed on my body
so that i can never forget
what i will never overcome

i remember days where i curled into corners and pressed against walls to hide from things i couldn't get away from and i remember your scowl when you found me and your pathetic excuses and the way you looked at me as you told me to stop because i wasn't allowed to be upset.

i remember being home alone with you and how the one time i stood up to you i didn't stutter but your shouting about respect shut me up and i don't always flinch when you ball your fists anymore but i would be lying if i said that i'm no longer terrified when you raise your voice.

i remember failing to blink back tears and trying to pretend i could escape as you dragged me to the bathroom and said that i was being ugly because i said no when i wasn't allowed to, and i remember feeling like the ground was shaking because you looked at me like i was a failure and god i believe(d) you.

You say you're scared but you can't keep your eyes open.

I'm surprised the fear in your heart hasn't woken you up yet.

Sometimes I check on you-
to make sure you're still here.
And I'm certain you don't know I do,
but I do.

I haven't even seen you in more than a year
and, truthfully, I don't really want to now.
But that doesn't mean I want you dead.

fear and an orange light to guide you home
statues made of stone and a grassy path
walls standing tall with patterns carved into the sides
a rising sun to tell you that you are close but not yet safe

i always wanted support
but now that i have it,
i think i prefer disappointment.

every scar is a galaxy
and every spot is a star

It's odd to think about things that we should let go.

A song that was introduced to you by a friend who is basically a stranger now.

Someone who's bad for you.

Nightmares that led to nothing but your death.

Pictures drawn years ago that shouldn't matter now.

Promises broken by people who mean(t) more to you than they know.

You make your way through
galaxies, laughing as you
follow shooting stars

it's 2:30 and **** i should be asleep but i prefer talking to you because **** you're worth it.

i often find myself grasping at the necklace you got me as if someday it will just be gone and i want to keep it close because it reminds me of you and **** you're worth it.

when i was little i always tried to catch butterflies and now i can feel the flutter of wings whenever i talk to you and i can only hope that i won't mess this up because **** you're worth it.

it doesn't matter if you dot your i's and j's

so why do you try so hard not to?

i keep having dreams of exploring the universe with you
so please take my hand
and don't be afraid to touch the stars

I would stay up forever with you if I could.

it was your day to be remembered
but no one said a word.

If, just to be safe.
When, for things that are certain.

I wanted to leave, but I could only stay.

And now, when I want to stay, I might be forced to go.

We could stay up all night and watch the sun rise together.

We could take photos of the sky because it's beautiful and it's something to remember.

We could just sit and not say anything but then again, we wouldn't have to.

We could.

pictures are worth a thousand words and ours reminds me that you won't always be so far away