I'm turning the page.
All the things I said and all the things I've done
can disappear in dust.
Dust called past.

I'm gonna raise so high
with free mind and full heart.

To the ones I outgrown
and the ones that didn't understand...

I'm raising so high,
and even with your heads turned to the sky
you won't see me fly.

'Cause I'm a ******* star
and will find my place on the sky...

Black leather
boots; worn through the sole,
my socks are flooded with rain.
The coat
is not mine, hair combed back
and pinned I
may look the business but it's
all a facade.

What if they
hear the buried country accent, see that
I'm an imposter? Realise I'm not even
twenty one? I've got
to push on, keep smiling,
keep climbing, swimming upstream
in my battered black boots.

i never
believed in forever
but you make me
want to
be proven wrong

you make me feel
like a lunar glow
like light
like something to
look at

i don't want it to end.

i want you to
zip up my
backpack
on the way home
and call me cute
and clumsy

and say i sneeze
like a kitten.

and i don't want it to end

i.
haunted houses. we are haunted houses- skyscrapers touching the sky with our fingers, holding dreams in our palms, praying no one looks inside of us, through the windows.

ii.
inside lie broken people, staring out, looking for someone to see them, but still lying by the window.

iii.
when one pane of glass is all that keeps us from falling, it's easy to break the glass and jump. that's how i fell for you. (you know, reality hurts.)

iv.
somewhere along the way those dreams in my palms were used to wash the windows and the lost soul inside of me sees everything in a dream colored tint.

v.
i never wanted to be broken, or haunted, or in love but things happen and here i am, the person inside of me no longer inside of me. no, she fell too hard and broke too easily, for the beauty inside of you couldn't catch.

My mom told me one day that she was surprised I had a personality
I'd always been so serious as a little girl
Head stuck in my books, shy and quiet as a single rain cloud all by itself

But I figured it out
I embraced my silly side
My rolling on the ground, wearing random objects on my head side
It's not really intelligent humor and sometimes it disappoints me
that I'm not funny

But it's me
I figured out another part of me

Now that's an accomplishment

Drink makes you spill your guts
and I shouldn't stand laughing
pretending I don't know it's real.

You say you adore me.
I think I might be using you
for fun and drugs and validation.

I'm so ****** up.
I'm evil as they come, and everyone
seems to think I'm normal now

I hate myself, but I'm better than you at least.
Maybe I'm mad and I just can't see it.
You said you'd buy me things.