if we were lakes,
you'd see every grain of sand at the bottom of my depths

and all i'd see would be the rising bubbles break your surface

you entered my veins without ever being asked to

i want you
so badly
deep
deep
between my legs

i had the chance to
sell  my    soul  and

when  they    asked
me  what   i wanted
         in     return

all  i  said  was  you

I shouldn't try to twist my jagged edges down into smooth bumps. There's no use trying to pretend I've never tried to jump.

i wish that when our lips touch, that i could read your mind, swim through your thoughts and rest in some place safe and warm.

I'm sorry your soul calls to mine like the wind through the trees, gently whistling my name as you pass by

I wonder sometimes what
you think of me

if i'm crazy or beautiful
is it one or the other?

"poor little rich girl,
with her pretty face,
her well-off parents,
her mental illness,
and all the *****, drugs and hair dye she wants.

you'll
be
fine"

the lump in my throat grew,
pulsating,
larger,
and larger,
i feared i would choke to death
on the internalisation
of my own emotions.

I want to reach inside you

I want to

touch the

darkest parts of your soul

never dull yourself so that someone will blindly fall for you. you're iridescent and anything less just isn't you.