The most delicate form of beauty
plucked from a metaphor
a simile for beauty
made from the softest fibers of earth
the eyelashes of the mother herself
positioned to perfection
framing the faces of flowers of every stem
the petals turn to look at me
and I dust their existence onto my cheeks

As the waves crash on the eastern shore
We dip our feet in the calm sea of the west
The sun has only began to arise
Bright with orange hope of noon beginnings
The sky looks like bright paint on a gray canvas
Soon we lay in the sand
The sun dries until only salt is left in our hair and skin
And you kiss the palm of my hand
Our breathing is slowed
Our lids drag and get very low
As if the light is like weight on our eyes
Too afraid to fall asleep
Because of sunburn
And the fact that we will miss time with each other
The sun beams on the western shells
Glittering like diamonds we pick them up and present
The gift of everlasting friendship

Never forget me even when you slumber
When the eastern shore is full of pain and thunder
The shells will glitter
The sun will hold you
our friendship my love will always ring true
The sky will be blue
And here I will stand
Waiting for you to join me
Resting in the sand

Life is bleak
eyes are low
my wrists are weak
I think of nothing
no desire to eat
hollowed and thin
bones rattle lullabies
to my sleeping thoughts of suicide
They are the only things that sleep
the rest of me lays awake at night
forcing slumber on a girl held tight
by memories that burn behind her eyes

My chest feels compressed
each drag of breath
I'm dreaming about death
The sky looks cracked to me
The earth is split
My inner demons escaping from their pit
Nothing really matters
We are all going to die
So why should I live like this?
Never happy with the feel of life's kiss

I pass back
smoking dark not black
more like blue
smoking memories of you
i inhale the breath of pain
exhale the pain of breathing
this sting has taught me
smoking does not alleviate hurt
it stores it away
hidden until you come back down
like you're collecting your bags
after a night out on the town
you drag your bags home
holding your breath
so you can roll another lie
to ease your distress
and you burn with the rest
sneak out of your home
borrow money from your brother
you're starting to act just like your mother
you find a spot you can call your own
and smoke up your loud
just to sit on some clouds
within a few hours you are back where you started
wondering why the drugs look dark
not quite black
but more or less blue
they have become a part of you.

I have seen a thousand sunrises
Mornings where I wake up and everything feels alright
excited for the day
When the ends of my mind have not started to fray

Light pitched across the room
breaks the dusty pane
Mind stirring in pretend anticipation
It is morning

Late in the night I am awoken
By my mind ready to dance
My twisted conscience woos me
Into a heart yearning trance
Reality takes the floor
It dips me into a pool of my own sensuality
Society wants my hand next
We foxtrot into a dangerous waltz
As my world begins to spin
My two left feet hold up my broken frame
And doubt twirls into my view
This night goes on forever dancing without shoes
Without support
Without a heart
Because family says they know it is a “phase”
it tears me apart