he gave me a look that set
a fire in my heart.
he turned the lights off,
and my heart raced faster.
closer
and
closer he scooted,
but did nothing.
why didnt he kiss me?

Here,
Take this uncomfortable and
wrap it around your body
Fold your tongue in half for all the times you are silenced
This sculpture of bones and
weight shifted uneven,
these newfound curves are landmines
Chest,
a weapon attached at all times
Too much attention drawn unwanted
Her skin is a canvas where
she paints her demons tangible and
wears each one to face an audience of mockery
A voice nasal and high,
an excess of feelings,
being too much all the time
The hardest years are between
13 and
18
yet
we laugh at their misery like these wars require no effort but
surviving in a world playing enemy is not easy when
your existence is the punch-line to every joke
Tell me,
how much do you know about living as anyone else but yourself?

I don't know
If I liked you
Or
If I was just lonely.

What I fear,
Is that I can't feel the difference.

She grew tired of her thoughts
and the weaknesses they had found,
So she flicked her embered cigarette;
and burnt them to the ground.

Please be gentle, because I am frail
If you're going to break me, I want it to count
I want to be a million pieces of shattered glass blowing in the wind
Spreading like the weeds you pluck from your garden every day
So when you're walking barefoot through the green grass
You may stub your toe and remember that I used to be more than just a thorn in your foot
I used to be the mirror you looked into every morning, laughing because there's no one you would rather see across from yourself
I was once a seed you planted in your mind
You will let me grow with beauty and might
And you will **** me out when I occupy too much of your space
Like a **** in your garden,
Please be brutal, so I can no longer be frail.

eyes are like constellations; unless you know what you are looking for and looking at, they are just eyes