you could almost see
ink flowing through her veins
and how she spread her words
across her heart
waiting for someone to
read them
and she may have been
complicated
but she had such
simple needs
but no one took her
seriously
and she let things
hurt far more than they should
because she truly cared about
people. everyone. everything
because it felt right to her
and she had no idea
how to be anything else
because sometimes she
wished she could
but if you were to pick apart
all these little pieces
and how memories always stain
then maybe you could
see something
special there

I want to collect all of the softest leaves and sticks
And build a home with you
Let’s find the tallest tree and climb to the top where only the birds can find us
Because you’re my little squirrel-
And you’re ******* nuts

Sometimes you run around like you don’t know which way is up and which is down
But at the end of the day you always climb into our little nest
And chatter about how you know you’re a mess half the time
I’m so happy you’re mine,
My little squirrel