I may be shattered,
My skin so beaten and battered,
my tears burn as they roll down my face,
but still i run this cold race,
cause i am beautifully broken,
nothing more to be spoken,
no matter how cold,
even when i grow old,
none can quench my radiant light,
none can steal my courage and might,
one day i will spread my wings and fly,
and own the entire morning sky,
all will be my friend,
and to my joy there will be no end.

That when I get to the edge
It’s your fault.
You won’t let me be
You won’t let me breathe
Or leave
Or do anything.

But now you know, when this all ends
It’s your fault.

Loving you is like being on fire
It’s like having a flat but not knowing how to change a tire
It’s like going on a car trip
Not knowing you get car sick
I just wish that you could understand
Maybe, you’re not ready to be my man
Maybe just maybe you’re still in a faze
Locking with other girls gazes
Maybe it’s possible you can’t be loyal
You grabbed my throat and shaped me as if I were foil
Do you even know what you’ve done
No you don’t, because your new life has only just begun

It’s been two years
Two Christmas’s
Two Birthdays
Two Horrid days

It’s been two years
Yet I can’t seem to let you go
Won’t it be a little nice to move on?
Don’t you think that’s something I deserve now?
To move on?
To be okay?
Well, roger that.
Kelsey, out.

my mom thinks it’s a hickey on my neck
and i’d rather her think that
than know it’s from your fingers
clamping my throat shut
with rage