It was an ****** thought
Of Milk and Rice Crispies
With a yearning between out eyes
The first time is magic

Dating an emo
is never a good thought:
boys dressed in black,
dark and unimpressed
for butterfly effect,
more emotional than some me
with a shattered heart,
that dream in quantums
and theoretical love physics
of hearts they'll break next.
Silence is a quiver,
suspense is an arrow of ice
but with only one shot,
the tension could break a ghost.

I should have talked about you more
I should not have cried
and said goodbye
But I was only learning how
to be okay, perfect and better
How funny it sounds when you scream
I measured my trust in ice
and saved my money
for something that was never
good for me.

A boy once roasted me
that if I thought of pokemon
the way I thought of reality
my mouth would stop
But loose monsters sink boats
and I was the first girl trainer on the S.S. Anne
for I would rather drown in defeat
than smell him later

What moves me more,
is not your lips,
but under your eyes.

What contacts you take out,
I place back in.

It took me a few months to see that star
And when it shined, it was blackened
from a star to a supernova
So I drank my can of monster
just enough to keep me energized
I wasn't scared of what was out there
or the absence of planets with life
but the chance of seeing another earth looking back at us...

There are two types of guys
Those that look through telescopes, and those who don't
Albert Einstein could undress the universe with a single thought
Your only achievements were in the shadows of that dream