With the click of a button you shut me up and shut me out.
I was explaining, telling you my side of things, the story I had been too afraid to mention to you before
and right in the middle of it, you clicked that button.

Months before, with a different "you"
I told him I loved him.
He confused me, and got scared, like they all do.
And he stopped clicking buttons that had anything to do with me.

After him but before you,
I was convinced it was time to try.
I was getting over the before you "you" ignoring me now.
I asked a new "him" and he accused me of clicking buttons that annoyed him.

But then there was you.
You didn't stop clicking buttons that had to do with me,
you didn't click buttons to accuse.
You just clicked a button that meant you never had to hear my story.
You clicked a button that removed it all, everything.
That click of that button reassured me that I would never have gotten to tell you my whole story,
because you are always too busy clicking buttons.

Dear Body;
I know it is stupid to see photoshopped girls and want to be like them. I know it is not possible to have flawless skin and a waist that tiny. I know I am supposed to be the one that preaches "love yourself" but honestly, it is unfeasible to not want to be perfect.  It's not just the models or the celebrities who are fed a carrot a day and pumped with botox, but my friends are pretty, too. I wish you were skinnier, smoother, rounder, taller, clearer, more radiant and just generally less disgusting.
I wish I could wear clothes like everyone else and feel comfortable. I wish you didn't make me feel so crap all the time. I wish I was not so ungrateful. I wish I didn't have to feel guilty every time I eat bacon. I wish chocolate was good for you. I wish you would not become damaged in elements. If you could just, I don't know, change?

Sincerely, your  disappointed owner.

We don't need to say anything, we just lie here and stare at each other.
Sometimes we listen to music, and we both drum our hands to the beat.
I think the lyrics for you, but I am not sure if you do the same for me.

We have known each other for such a long time, yet we still learn more everyday.
We learn things we thought we would've known by now.
I have so much I want to tell you, but I am not sure if you have things you want to tell me.

We stay quiet, but speak by joining our hands.
When the heads are turned, or under sheets, our hands are together like we could be.
I know I want to hold yours, and I think I am sure you want to hold mine.

You lifted me up so high, then pushed me off.
You watched me fall, too busy with real things to care.
You were my best friend, but when you noticed I wasn't there for the same reasons, you left me, when I needed you most.
You have upset me so much, hurt me so bad.
You have made me cry and scream and throw things.
Now I know not to trust people,
like you said I could trust you.
But you know what, after all this, I'd still fall for it, for you, even.
Why? Because any fragment of hope of you coming back into my life makes me forgive you.

I am like a firefly in a jar
Never feel that I am getting far
My light burning out, flickering
My screams turn to shouts, slowly, bickering.

I am like a firefly with heavy wings
Around my eyes lay dark rings
I can't lift off, my light is fading
My skin will forever be your shading.

I am stuck in a jar, gravity killing any chances of flight
And lately I have noticed that I never get things right
I am destructive to myself and to you
A deadbeat firefly with nothing to do.

I set up this jar with my own mind
You look for me but will never find
I'm sorry I don't fly for you
I want you to know that this love is true
But you deserve better than a firefly stuck in a jar.

I thought you had mended my wings
But now I see the broken things
No one can change
I don't want to lose you
and everything you do
but you deserve better than this firefly stuck in a jar.

It's not that you aren't good enough
It's that my cracked skin is too tough
Like a second firefly stuck in the same jar
I hold you back when you can go far.

I want you to know that you are the best thing that has happened
But my light will always be blackened
Nothing unjust has given me this
My thoughts lead me spiralling into an abyss

It's not fair that you have to look after this firefly stuck in a jar
After all, I am not going far
You don't have to be stuck with this firefly in a jar.

"I will tie balloons to my arms, legs and neck, and they would lift me above all the houses until I reached the stars. Then I will sit on the moon and wave to everyone down below, but they won't be able to see me" she answered.
"Now that's just silly Grace, how do you expect that balloons would be enough to lift you off the ground?" her teacher replied.
"Well there would be LOTS of them."
"And how do you plan to sit on the moon? Gravity wouldn't allow it"
"Well I would tell gravity that he isn't being very nice and that best friends don't 'not allow' each other to do things and I promise to be best friends if he lets me sit on the moon".
"Gravity doesn't work like that"
"Well he should"

After 85 years of tying balloons to herself, Grace was finally lifted above the houses until she reached the stars. She became best friends with Gravity. He wasn't so bad after all, and he did allow her to sit on the moon and wave down to everyone below, but they couldn't see her.