on that rooftop
i looked into the distance
and wondered why i couldn't see

i wondered
why the world stops.

but i realized
if you fly,

the world never stops.

red

can be anger
                                                                                                        can be love
can be abusive
                                                                                             can be passionate
can be dangerous
                                                                                                can be warning


it is the color of blood
                                                                                        it is the color of love

Standing on the ledge precariously,
Simply not giving a ****.

Things can only go downhill from here, right?

Right?

But no,

Still I paced, and I paced, and I paced.
Is it really worth it?

The trees looked up and seemed to extend their arms to me.

And suddenly I was falling.

Falling freely.

Free.

Finally.

Mother.
My laugh is starting to
Sound like yours?

He lurked in the darkest corners
And watched as the golden color of her halo
Faded away into nothingness

The girl realized there was no hope and her innocent thoughts turned evil. It was in that moment she noticed that life had no loopholes, no doors to exit from.

He begged and tried to get her to stay but he simply could not get the message across.

Silent tears and sobs wracked through his body as he watched the girl.

He watched her curl up.
He watched her scream at the world.
He watched her stand up.
He watched her fall down.

Again.

Again.

And again.

And then one day, he watched her jump.

In that moment, he swore he saw her halo glow again.

Her eyes were green with joy,
Lips red with lust,
And her heart purple with passion.

But her hair was painted black with poison,
Cheeks dyed aqua with tears dried,
And blood flowing  fading pink from love long forgotten.

She was a piece of art,
A ****** up abstract.

warm
you are so
warm
in my memory
warm
warm
warm on me
warm on my skin
in my memory
your blood is
warm

chilling wind
on a grim night

a single shadow
hovers over a light

oh to be such a glow
at the hands of such blight

she’s now only a soul
adds to the death toll

reap her,
Reaper.

Soak it up,
buttercup!

It's all you're good for.

Dry,
and you die.

the words fell softly upon her skin
whether good or bad
that’s a mercy
only a touch could bring

they floated gently,
a caress.

she is numb to the pain

i'll learn every constellation
to remember your eyes

for the flush upon your face
take a picture of the sky
every sunrise

i'll fall asleep in my coffee
just to see you in my dream

please-
please let me see-
please i want to see-

it sounds like fuzz
since you've left
it's almost funny

everything sounds fuzzy
and my heart grows frantic
but all i can hear is fuzzing

i wonder if you can describe the silence too,

A cold like no other,
in the freezer aisle.

My hands are shaking.

Looking at ice cream we won't get,
retracing fading smiley faces
fogged on frosty glass,
in the freezer aisle.

My body is blue.

Cold to the bone,
Mom puts me back in the cart.