I am nothing (but naïve).
You are everything, and beautiful.

I sigh a lot,
and my tears taste like the ocean,
and I don't talk very loud,
and I stutter a little,
and I am not very pretty,
and I am constantly tripping over air,
but,
I could love you with every bit
of my Awkward Little Self
if you would just give me the chance.

I don't want to
Get lost
In you
But I fear
I have travelled
Much too
Far.
I never planned on
Staying up
Till four am
Wondering
About the thought
Of us.

So easily do you cry out as the victim
that you seldom remember you are also a criminal.

I have no further desire to pity you.
Stand up, dust yourself off,
lift your chin and wear your mistakes as a sheath
guarding your penetrating lackluster sword.
I won't stop you from making a fool of yourself,
but I have every problem with you trying to make a fool of me.
Why don't you stand up
and wipe the false tears from your eyes?
No one believes you anymore,
even if they stopped trusting me long ago.
They don't care.
They aren't going to care.

So why don't you stop pretending,
and draw your white flag,
and surrender to the truth
you've known all along?

Strip the flesh from my bones
and make from it a carpet
to better walk all over me.
Craft from my skeleton
a little cage for birds
and allow them to assist in your
defilement of me.
Feed my organs to the Lion
so that I might keep Him at bay
and allow for your further escape.
Bury my soul amongst the stars
and I can water your garden with my tears
(I've always wanted to give you life).
Cast my memories aside
and fill my mind with your own,
because my thoughts should be about you, anyway.

My pills are supposed to make me happy,
but I'm quite done pretending

(I'm a terrible actress, anyway).