you're sneaky, i'll give you that.



just when i wasn't looking

YOU

snuck into my ribcage

infiltrated the walls of cartilage

(and distrust)

and you stole it.

ripped it from the tangles of veins (and anger) and arteries (and fear)



and left me with nothing but hollow awe.



it's fine, you keep it.

When he posted that, did he think of palms clenched behind keyboards?
Or just of laughs and good times?
Of hearts full of jealousy and defeat?
Or only of that night?
Did I even occur to him once?
Of course not.
I can’t expect him to throw away that day for
Every
Last
Month
Of
His
Life
But it would be nice if he wouldn't forget.
It’s my fault he forgot, I know
I know I didn't let how I felt show
And I know I shouldn't shouldn't lie
But I wanted to be mature so I felt so inclined
Because he would never ever think of me like that
I don’t think
He doesn't care
I care enough for the both of us
I hope I never slip up and let it show
I hope he knows anyways
No I don’t
God help me

What is time?
A constellation of fleeting moments,
Loosely strung together,
By the hands of an indifferent god,
Like far off, iridescent stars
That long ago, lost their deep
Luminous glow to wishful thinking
And withered souls with nowhere to disappear to.
Swallowed up by the dark, subtle indifference
Of the vast ominous sky,
They desperately glisten, lamenting
Their distant remorse,
Flickering out only to reapper, as if they are trying to escape
The nagging, elusive truth
That they too are nothing more than a hollow echo,
Sounding out across the abysmal space
Between the seconds that fall dormant
Against our empty idea of what it means
To feel alive.

A brilliant hue, a darkening blue.
The silver dots parade the sky.
The falling drops, the pattering sound,
They all drown out my cries.
The moon looks down at me, stares, and looks away silently.
“Will you pretend too?” I ask. My voice a mere whisper.
It doesn’t look my way again. The cool air turns crisper.
The raindrops are racing on the pane; it feels as if the sky is weeping.
The heart-wrenching thunderstorm is my only friend.
It’s such a dark, dark night. The lights are flickering; they’re about to die.
Fresh liquid oozes out, and colors’ the pale skin.
A vivid blend of red and white; what a unique shading.
“He came again today.” I tell the walls; with hope they’ll understand.
I hope they’ll enclose me, even if briefly, in their arms, and protect me from that man.
This time I feel the pressure of the blade, it’s a little harder than before.
I feel it glide gently over my skin, leaving a thicker trail, than before.
He looks down at me, stares, and looks away silently.
I see the brilliant hue, the darkening blue.
I see the silver dots parading the sky.
I see the falling drops, and hear the pattering sounds.
I feel myself shatter, after his many tries.
I hear the raindrops drowning out , drowning out my cries.

so maybe i like boys
and maybe i like girls,
or maybe we all just like people.
maybe we're all just people falling in love with other people,
looking for someone to hold hands with
to fall asleep next to
to smile about.
maybe its not about boys liking boys,
girls liking girls,
or girls and boys liking each other.
maybe its about letting people be happy,
because love doesn't chose sides.
it just is.

She's the white sheets, unkept but alive with warmth.
She's the overlooked blank page before the book begins.
She's a silver cloud at night, giving the moon time to rest.
She is the smallest Russian doll, the one very few have the patience to find.
She is the tip of a tower, her mind so above and beyond the clouds, only some venture to look up.
She is the flicker of a candle, unsteady but radiant.
She appears to be simple and quiet.
But after she finds the right person to read her story, she is very complex and large.
And once she is found, you can never forget her.

A string of diamonds-
it's not mine,
for I am a thief
plucking the jewels of Time

they rest on webs of cob
and grass
and trickle upon
the winter glass

but I need no gold,
nor silver spun
because I gild that which I touch
with the kiss of the sun.