to me you are a star of gold
a glowing asterisk
I wish I could hold
though you seem so far away
I truly wish we could meet some day
but alas we shall only meet
through our words,
spilling and falling across this page.
we are the unseen family
bound by art
which is better
because we dwell in the heart

It might be cliche to say this but
Christianity saved me
I almost died and had a man watch me
Girl met boy and fell in love
Love is blind
Yes we get it
But this man loved me so much with a knife
Cut my wrists open and let me bleed
Slowly did the blood come out and drip
It was my sacrifice
I loved him so ride or die right?
I will die for him
Then made the cut deeper every once in awhile
Let me bleed even faster
Put me in the shower and start to run the water
My smile turned weak
My face became pale
But I loved this man
So i painted a perfect mask
Plaster it on my face
And it was so perfect he believed
He believed he was saving me
Saving the world from me
Loving me better than any
Was he sick or was I?
Letting me bleed right there to death
Then my mask starts crack
My voice leaks out
I am close to death
If I will die, I shall die alone
Be it my own destruction
Not one of a man
Kick him out close the door
Go to the comfort of the blood soaked shower and sit
Grab the vines from roses and a stitching needle
Sow my self up filled more with pain
Put on a sweater and act like they are not there
Remake my mask so perfect I believed it
Go out Smile
See people smile
Love life smile
Yes my mask is smiling
But his shadow never left me
Painfully rip off my mask
Proves he owns me
Drag me into the shower
Memories there still haunt me
Grab a scissors and starts cutting
Bleed more once again
I can't breath or speak
The shadow is choking me!
Tears roll down and im thinking this is the death of me
Then my lord came in
Defeated his shadow and took possession of me
So I may be cliche to say this
But Christianity saved me
He took me and stitched me perfectly with the right thread and helped me
I am not afraid of my scars
So when I say Christianity saved me
I don't mean he made me live my life right
He didn't take me from drugs and alcohol
When I say Christianity saved me
I mean he took me from living a dead life to I'm alive
When I say Christianity saved me
I mean he saved me from wanting to beat that shadow and run into that shower for real
Not figuratively but real
Made my life worth living
My death mean nothing
So it may be cliche to say this but my Lord God saved me

i don't know,
how to write you in a way,
that makes you as safe as my childhood home.
i can cover you in a blanket of verbs,
i can shroud you in adjectives until it hurts,
i can fill you with nouns until you feel chained to the ground.
it seems as if there isn't even one thing i'm incapable of doing,
and then you ask me to paint you pretty.
with what, darling?
i made your eyes out of all the monstrous things i've seen,
and your legs from the darkest places i've been.
i crafted your bones out of the metal that used to cling to my teeth,
and your blood from the multicolored ink that helped me write all my gut-wrenching things.
i gave you a heart from the graveyard down the street,
and your eyes from the streetlights where we used to meet.
i formed your feelings from the jar of fireflies atop my dresser,
and your lips from the secrets i held with my english professor.
aren't you pretty?
because you look beautiful to me.
*(even if i shaped you from all my worst qualities)

i gave my heart away to a traveler in ****** shoes,
he had pretty eyes that made up for his pretty lies,
and now i don't know what to do.
i gave my soul away to a girl that said she worked for god,
she had oil in her hair but i didn't really care,
but she wasn't at all what i'd thought.
i gave my dreams to an artist i met down the street,
he knew what buttons to press to make me scream,
and now i'm not so sure that was a good thing.
i fell for a rose i thought was thriving,
but she was wilted, she was dying,
and i left quick as lightning.
i gave my limbs to a walking light beam,
he was made of this steel that tightly wrapped around me,
but these indents in my bones are a little too extreme.
i gave my poetry to the monster under my bed,
she crawled in and promised in the morning we'd be wed,
and now there's no rings but a shadow begging me to turn off the sun instead.