There are stories in your eyes.

I never told you how
sometimes I fell asleep
with the thought that you
were perhaps the moon-

always disappearing
with the dawn.

Stop trying to remember his scent, he smelled like summer and reminds you of the time he made you laugh so hard, you snorted out milk on that dead, hazy day.

2. Don't waste your day trying to decipher what colour his eyes were, it'll only remind you of the galaxies and constellations that you once saw in his eyes

3. Stop trying to retrace the shape of his mouth in the middle of the night, you'll choke on your tongue trying to taste the mint he devoured seconds before pulling you in for a kiss

4. Stop reliving the times you clasped hands together, the glass plate will fall off your trembling hands.

5. Burn this list, admit that the galaxies and constellations shining in his eyes were wilted, the one in yours are bursting with fire. Remember on the dead, hazy day his laugh sounded like nails running down a chalkboard. Remember when you kissed, the weeds growing from his mouth entangled the roses blooming in yours.

Realize that one day, another boy is going to come and plant daisies where he left behind thorns.

I wonder if you’d want to know
I named all of my demons after you and
they haunt me in my sleep

when I was 14 I fell asleep in April and dreamed of bones and
I’m not sure I’ve really ever woken up since

when I lost 5 pounds I never saw a difference

when I lost 10 my mother said I was looking good

when I lost 20 she told me to stop and handed me food
and I became anemic

when I lost 25 I stopped drinking anything because
I felt water had calories

when I lost 30 my mother held me on her lap
and held my bones together for me

when I lost 35 I started fainting every morning and
the doctors could no longer easily find my blood pressure

when I lost 40 people started to stare and food made me cry

when I lost 45 it hurt to walk and to lay down
it hurt to eat
it hurt to breathe and
I started throwing up my empty stomach

the mind plays tricks on those that decide
nourishment is not needed

Eat.

The only thing that hurts
Is when you try to act
Like your perfect
We fight
Because of you
Don't act like you
Think
It doesn't effect me
You know it hurts me
Don't act like you
Don't think twice
About screaming at me
You do
Just stop this anger
And feel the love
I constantly try to pull
From you
True pain
Is the fact you can't except I
Love you

Words are eagerly voiced and artistically engraved
Words express boldly and conceal silently
Words awaken a dream and define reality

Words engage delightfully and reject painfully
Words inspire love and rage war
Words seal mysteries and expose secrets
Words soothe compassionately and fight bitterly
Words brighten the miserable and darken the cheer

Words sing joyfully and cry desperately
Words declare deep feelings and proclaim harsh judgement
Words uplift the hopeless and scar memories
Words restore the broken and tear the fragile
Words mold the mind and dictate the outlook

The power of words is deniable
What words do you choose to live by?

a warm winter isn't spring and cancer isn't health,
it churns my stomach to think about you inside someone else,
but the day will come when my stomach churns at the thought of you inside me.
and my final resolution is the decision to leave.
i'm tired of hurting and tired of you hurting too,
maybe i'll love somebody better than you.

Não me venha falar de amor,
Com esses olhos vermelhos,
Sem dor.

Não me venha falar de amor,
Se meu coração mal pulsa
Por mim,

Por você imagine que nada
Ele irá fazer,
Mas a esperança você quem criou.

Então se culpe por favor,
Deixe a mim, minha paz
E um licor.

i think a lesson we all need to learn
is that you need to love
selflessly,
expecting no return.
love fearlessly
on a big scale,
climb moutains
cross oceans
for those that make you feel
like warm breezy summers
and pure joy.
you can't light someone up
like a cigarette,
just to take a drag
and stomp them out.
expect nothing,
and you will recieve
plenty.