sometimes you have to go deeper
the seam you thought would never end, is gone, for now,
all mined out
and no one says that is going to be easy
set out you must all the same
and no one can tell you how deep your search will take you
just keep digging in your own unique way.

I won't
let myself
fall for
you again,
I guess.

it makes me remember
what i don't want
to remember

i said,
"i wasn't your first,
you left a trail of kisses
on other girls."

you said,
"they all taste the same,
but there's something different
about your mouth."

i said,*
"since you're my first,
i have yet to have a taste of the others'.
yet the moment our lips met,
i was convinced that
i don't ever wanna taste any other mouth
but yours
ever again."

for somebody
i think about a lot,
i write about you
very little
and i think it's because
you're safer in these four walls
than on the frail fibres of paper.

you are the feeling i get
when i wake up
and it's sunny.
you are the smile on my face
as a memory takes over my mind.
you are the flower
that everybody trampled on,
but still grew.

i can't choose the right words
because i can't describe
how small you are
in a world as big as this one,
yet you mean all this to me.
you give so much
and take so little.
i am scared there will be
nothing left.

you're safer in my mind
and i know nothing can harm you.
i write about you very little,
but i think about you a lot.
that is not to say that the pages
are empty;
they are full of life,
sprawling with memories
and margin poems,
titled—
for somebody.

You
Are
So
Broken
My
Darling*

When he whispered those words to me I immediately hated him

And I will always hate him