Once, years ago
I looked at my dad
And he saw in my eyes
That I was so sad

So he grabbed my hand
And we walked down the street
And he said
"There's someone I'd like you to meet"

He covered my eyes
And not a moment too soon
Much to my surprise
I got my first balloon

I was excited
But also confused
I wasn't sure
How this contraption was used

But my tears faded fast
As I grabbed my new friend
And my dad started smiling
Until I cried again

I was unaware
That my new friend could fly
And when I let go
He got lost in the sky

I watched with tears in my eyes
As he drifted out of sight
If I would have known
I would've held on tight

So I then asked my dad
Where the balloons go
Because dad was really smart
So he would have to know

He described to me
A perfect circus in the sky
Where balloons went to live
When they drifted up too high

So then, once more
My dad wiped away my tears
And he wrapped me in his arms
To remind me he was here

I've searched for, discovered,
And I'm ready to be,
Shamelessly
Unapologetically
Magically
Me

Take me as I am,
Or dont take me at all.
No bending, no breaking,
It's time to stand tall.

you spoke softly, but your words still broke me.

I was living and breathing,
I was moving on,
though the best thing I could do,
was to be missing you.

I left myself in your arms,
the very arms that broke me.
and all I knew to do,
was to be missing you.

I missed every moment,
every kiss, every breath,
I hung off every word,
Whilst I was missing you.

As the days went on,
you eventually missed me too,
though then I was done,
I was done...
missing you.

You missed your chance,
you missed the moment.
missing you has now turned into,
nothing.

Nothing is what you are to me,
Although you could have been...
Everything you now want to be, to me,
*Whilst I was missing you.

Constantly brushing my teeth in a desperate attempt to get the taste of you out of my mouth.

Unrequited Love is like the clouds blocking the sun from kissing me throught the window, but inside my chest.

Everybody who has ever kissed me regrets it and they wonder why I try to convince myself being alone is a choice and not all I have left.

Your fingertips traced my spine and I
s  h  a  t  t  e  r  e  d  .

Never understood why people always compared Love to Whiskey until you held me in your arms and I felt the burn in my throat when you let go.

I wonder how raw your hands are from scrubbing away the memories of what my skin felt like that night.

Had a dream you were sitting inside my chest, ripping construction paper in two and that's what it feels like when we talk.   It's tearing me apart.  

I stopped letting you take pictures of me out of fear that your eyes would adjust and see me the way I see myself.

It never occured to you that our hands and how they never fit together perfectly was a flashing neon sign saying TURN BACK NOW.

I've only ever held hands with one boy and sometimes I still feel the shadow of his fingertips and that's why both my wrists are broken.

All the picture frames are facing down because I can't shake the shadows that cling to our faces.

I am something to be ashamed of, your ***** little secret that you can only let yourself want when everything is still and quiet.

I JUST KEEP PUNCHING THE WALLS AND BREAKING DOWN BECAUSE THEY WON'T EVER BREAK THE WAY YOU BROKE ME. I CAN'T REPLICATE THE DAMAGE YOU'VE DONE.

Windows so thin, the ice outside is in your veins. I saw it in the way you wouldn't look at me. I recognized it in the answer you gave when you refused to speak to me. You used to say they can't ignore you if you don't give them anything to ignore.

I am still shaking from the last time I tried to warm you up. I wasn't prepared for your frigid stares, I didn't know I could feel so distant from someone I grew so close to. You felt like home until one day I found all the doors locked and realized I never recieved a key.

Clouds so thick, you forgot the sun could shine. Even if it did you would miss it, still hiding from reality in your bed and in your head. You thought you were just sleeping in on the anxiety but I haven't seen you in weeks. You are a stranger to even yourself these days.

Maybe you were right. Maybe you called it when you said I was scared of moving forward. Maybe that's why I still put off buying that **** car. Because I know if I do, I'll find myself packing a bag and running from all the things that used to hold me to this place. I have no reason to stay put.

I will not be my parents.


For every negative comment they exchange,
I will have something positive to say.
For every door that slams,
I will hold one open.

I will not let myself bring unhappiness to the table, then wonder why supper is so bitter.

You made me feel like such a **** child and every attempt I made to hold your hand, you shook off and ignored until it was convenient for you.

Everything was so infantile to you. You had already reached goals I set for myself and you were bored. "Small" was synonymous with my dreams in your book.

Maybe I was naive, but you're rigid attitude towards me has taught me how to shed those jejune fantasies and keep everyone I meet at arms length.

I see no point in these frivolous feelings that used to steer me into shipwrecks. I'm too busy drinking bleach to **** these butterflies to answer your calls.