You're a ******* *******.
That's all.

Let your lips dance across my skin
and let your hands find no part of me
left untouched
Breathe me in,
and embrace my every curve
Let your warmth radiate through me,
and fill your fingers with my hair
I'm bored of being individuals
so let me melt into you
and let us become one

I want to play
he loves me, he loves me not
in a field of flowers.
Then maybe i'd have a better chance
of you loving me

We used to light plants on fire
burn our throats, and dry our mouths
roll the windows up
and then we'd take flight

Just young kids fighting their way through the world
together
but you see,
stoner friends differ from real friends
to them it's
just another bowl
just another blunt
just another set of hands to roll the next joint
and just as soon as you think you've fought off the demons
they find their way back home

I used to swallow boxes of pills
invite in the trip, and embrace the weightlessness
dilate my pupils
and then i'd take flight

Just a young girl fighting her way through the world
alone
laying on the bathroom floor
the demons make themselves at home
infesting your mind
and taking over your life

I want to spin the globe
and let my fingertips dance across it
as if they are finding a place to call home
somewhere new
somewhere beautiful

call me crazy
call me a globetrotter
tell me I have wanderlust

...and what a dysfunctional miracle it is
to grace this earth
with only two feet
and so many miles to cover

I cry for you,
not because of your failures or misfortunes
and not because of the hardships
that weigh on your shoulders like heavy snow on weak branches
I cry for you,
because of the potential that leaks
from your seams that you will never
un-stich yourself for
because of the sparks in your eyes
that will never be noticed by you
because you are too timid to let them do anything but
implode