"i'll love you until that balloon deflates"
a 3 am lie.
pining over old prom dates,
trying not to die.
don't act like we're first mates.
stop making me cry.
devours. he satiates.
i'm grasping air, i'm a shallow sigh.

The scar on my thumb,
The one left from
That broken
Dragon figurine
Whose sharp edge
Nearly sliced off
My finger;
Ya know,
The demon face thing
I swore had
Bad karma
But slipped in
my pocket
And brought home
From the party anyway?
Well it stares
At me every night
With its menacing eyes
And taunting smile,
And reminds me
Of the night
That my fingerprint
Was changed,
As was
Our history.
Forbidden kisses
Under my sheets
Cause it won't matter
tomorrow, right?

Well I've been
picking at the scab
Every time
I think of you
and yet,
It's still healing.

Wish I could
Say the same
For my sanity.

The streetlights cast dark shadows on our faces,
and we sat on that bench by the bridge watching the night.
It was quiet,
except for the sound of us
and every so often a car would pass, leaving a faint echo behind ringing in our ears.
It was summer and dark out and I had never felt the way I did.
You looked at me,
but I couldn't make out your shadowed expression
so I went back to watching the night.
There was a part of me that was unsure about everything-
even you,
but then I heard your voice
and turned to see your lips finishing my name.
You looked at me,
and I noticed the way you tilted your head
like you were thinking about something.
then you leaned in and I knew you had been thinking about me.