People die all the time.
Like god mothers
And kids you knew from school but never spoke to.

People you cry for until you die too.
Some who aren't worth a tear.

People who you prayed for and thought would get better.
Some deaths come as no surprise.

Big metal boxes
Silly people drive around in.
They make your body stutter
With acidic anxiety.

I want to fix you
Not cause you're broken.
I'm scared I can't save you
From the things your mind does.

but I'd lick the inside of you as readily as I lick the outside skin
If only to demonstrate my adoration
For the broken soul just within.

Trying too hard.
That's why your legs are covered in bruises.
Smiling too wide
That's why he doesn't want you.
Crying too often.
That's why you're so good at making people laugh.

boys make me tired boys make me ache boys make me want to scoop out my eyeballs  with silver spoons so I don't have to see the hurt I'm inflicting on myself

boys want attention I think they need it more than me. I want attention but I also want to be happy

people are mean fickle things
Inflicting pain to heal their hurt
They aren't nice because niceness burns and stings

I wish i were a lighthouse;
Then I'd be my own safe place.
And the dark wouldn't seem so threatening.

My prince
My liege
My ephemeral love.

I wrote this happy poem for you
So you can sleep.