The drugs
                         loved me
more than
                             you
ever did.

I dread every
                                          Breathe
I take as if letting
                                             life
in my lungs will          
                                             hurt
more than              
                                       suffocating.

You could fill me with ****,
***** deep in my ***.

You could fill me with ***,
***** dripping down my chin.

You could shove the entire
******* world in my ******,
But I'll still be empty inside.

I didn't have a sweet sixteen.
I didn't have a sweet anything.
But I didn't complain,
I had no right to.
I was a bad girl,
And besides,
Sixteens not all that sweet anyways.

Everyone was so consumed in their own sadness that they failed to notice mine.

Guys like you are the reasons my poems are so repetitive.

I was a train wreck
And he was a sinking ship.
I had already crashed,
and I was already burning
But he still had time,
he was only a little damp.

Its so obvious to everyone
Looking in that all he
has to do is swim to shore.
But he's so sad that
he thinks his only option
is to drown.

I told him that he doesn't
have to sink,
just like I didn't have to crash.
But he told me to stop talking
and to go start fire to someone else,

But at night while
we talk on the phone
I pull him from the tides
and he extinguishes my flames.
I tell him this is how family works
but in the morning he jumps right
back into the water
and lights a match to my heart.