I just want to know
That it's right by that
Feeling in my stomach
And I want it to be magical
Not stereotypically per se
But magical for me
And for her or for him
Because love is love
No matters what's in the pants
I want a love story
Not right now
But soon
I have always dreamed
Of having a high school sweetheart
And it could've been possible
If he wasn't abusive
If I noticed what she was trying to say
Or if he wasn't two-timing
I wonder if she knows
I digress
I want romantic
Like every girl deep down
I just want real love
But I want flings now

If I told you to grow up
If I told you to love better
If I told you to not hold back
If I told you to just
let
go

Maybe you wouldn't
But I'd deserve it

This is western Washington
Not eastern Washington
Or California
Where the hell is the rain?
I feel it's been days
Weeks
Months
Years
I need some hurricane-esque rain
Right now
Because that is the most comforting for me
It's like a blanket
Of security and hope
That doesn't demand I hide my tears
I just want the ****** rain to fall
Because I am in a ******* drought of happy
When it comes to him
So explain to me why it seems
Western Washington
Home of Seattle and rain
Is in some weird ******* drought

Her lips were stitched shut, she could not speak.
She couldn’t tell people she was hurting inside, no one would listen to her.
She couldn’t tell anyone she stopped eating, she hoped someone would realize.
She hid her scars, sometimes people saw them and stared, but they couldn’t do anything could they?
I wonder how long it would take for someone to know she was missing from the world.