I never liked Romeo and Juliet
But I’m okay with crashing-
just let me crash and burn in your arms
Let’s try to touch the sun
before we know what’s good for us
Let the wax melt and hold me close
Let the feathers and tears fall  
Because at least we can say-
We flew

Hands on hands,
legs entangled,
blushed cheeks,
soft touches,
crinkled noses
and secret smiles.  
Perfectly falling for u.

Loving you was my self harm,
your words like a blade upon my skin,
making marks on my memories,
and tearing me apart by each cut.

So I became addicted to the high
but now with you gone,
I recreate the memories on my wrist-
but its not the same self-inflicted.

And I lied that day,
I said I did not love you,
but loving you was killing me
and losing you is my recovery.

How can one be so carelessly cruel?
To run around a field, picking flower after flower-
not seeing the weeds that have grown
or the flowers you have stepped on.

And I am just a broken petal-
but when you smile at me like that again,
I can forget the bouquet that is in your hand
and let you stomp on me all day

How many friendships
I would end-
if was honest,
about the wounds
they caused me.

Subtle taunts,
and soft jabs,
created deep holes
of insecurities.

But instead,
I hold my tongue,
and bite my cheek-
because I want them to like me.