She wanted to much,
but when was that ever wrong?

I sometimes think I am not my flaws, the dirt underneath my nails, my latest diet. I am more than that. Sometimes it's all I am. I am my flaws, the dirt underneath my nails, my latest diet, and so much more. I am also quiet baths, a perfect spotify playlist, a cotton candy sunset, a tearstained pillowcase, a upper lip that touches my nose constantly smudging my lipstick. I am me and it's wonderful.

I know I deserve better.
Trust me, I know.
But I don't want better; I want you.
And I don't drink, so I can't drown you out of my bloodstream.
The last thing on my breathe isn't *****; it's your kiss,
And when you kissed me you held me so close I wished I was an avalanche.
The way we pushed each other so much, if we got any closer we'd collide into a million pieces of stardust.
I cringe every time I see you in my wake,
My dark blue sunbeam,
stopping to hold my waist and collapse into me. It's like we're a hundred miles away but I can feel like gravity tugging between us,
And I'm afraid to lift my feet off the ground because I'll be ****** up through the air and into your arms, right where I belong.
If I ever see you again I know I'll die, carrying inside me what used to be organs and bones
But is now a block of charcoal waiting for you to set ablaze.
You're a fire and I'm freezing,
Debating whether or not I'd rather lie down and sleep, slowing dying of the cold, or walk right into the fire and feel it caress me until I don't realize I'm dead.