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

I'm alive
I want to die
I hope you're happy
I hope you cry when I'm gone
I smile all the time
My smile is fake
I have so many friends
I have so many blades
I have a family
They hate me
I don't need help*
I need saving

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

sitting in my room all day long
thinking about him, how he treats me wrong
there is tons of other boys
only one special i love his smile his person his voice

he might be a little older
but i can always cry on his shoulder
he might be far away
but i'll get there and finally kiss him someday

he makes me smile
even when i havent in a while
when im sad he can feel it
when im broken he can always heal it

we like the same things
and i hope that some day we'll prove it with rings
i never thought we'd get this close
but it's clear as air now this love is my daily dose

i love you so much XOXO
your babygirl
your my vinyl scratch, my saviour!

but oh...
how can you miss someone
you never actually met?