purple is the the first day of october, when
strangers eats your bones for breakfast and
your mother calls you beautiful for the first time
purple is every corner you've ever passed
with your friends and family
with cigarettes and candy
purple is him looking at you but seeing
a child that smells like museums in France
purple is the bitter taste of dry wine
and a fragile boy you once knew so well
purple is loving someone who
will never love
you back

it's like I have to die,
for you to notice me,
and it hurts because,
all you have to do,
is cry a little,
and I would be by your side.

(e.k.j.)

The way the moon hits the water
Is the feeling of the lost hope you gave me
A beautiful moon came down from space to be with me
Little I knew it was reflective
as are you
Reflective
Knowing that I wasn't alone
I had many stars to be there for me
And when I went to the shore it would be you And all my friends
I skipped a rock to count how many times it took to convince myself I was in an abusive relationship and I saw as the water warned the rock of its drowning
That you, my friends, my family
Were all just reflective and I
Sat there in the sand
Lighting a fire to see the smoke rise
And call you back down
Yet you never did
I was never warned
I was going to drown
I didn't even skip
And neither did you
The fire tonight
Looks a lot
Like our
Dead
Lost
Memories

we all do it;

when we're in pain,
we listen to that song,
that makes our hearts mend.

when we're broken,
we cry,
until there is no more tears.

when we have no other way to express ourselves,
we put a razor blade to a skin,
and pray it will go a little deeper than planned.

when we wanna feel the beautiful numbness,
we stab needles,
with love potion,
into our veins,
waiting to feel no more pain.

and when we're heartbroken,
we smoke a lot of menthol cigarettes,
because she only smoked Marlboro.

(e.k.j.)