I want to ruffle my hands through your hair.

I want to feel your chest warm against mine.

and close
my eyes

And forget the earth beneath my feet
and just for a moment

believe

that all I'm really connected to is you.

Would you love me if I ruled the world

Would you love me if I killed the girl

The girl who came and stole you from me

I could cut her strings

I could set you free.

If I stained my hands all ruby red

Would you love me if she were dead?

Would you love me if I did those things?

I’m too young to be so empty
My heart should be full
and waxing,
not waning like the moon.
I poured out so much in those eight months
I gave you my heart and soul
And after it was done and said
You acted like it was just a trifle
Like I was just a silly girl
I don’t want to be some
Brief spans in your life
Where someday
You’ll forget my favorite color.
Where someday
You’ll forget my last name.
How could you
throw it away?
How can you
be sincerely okay?
I feel so broken
I don’t know who I see in the mirror

Just a shadow
Of your girl.

Quiet now, my pretty darling.
You served until the end,
There was nothing more that you could do
And there’s nothing more that I can mend,
But I’d gladly cut my hands
Upon those jagged shards
I’ll help collect that heart of ice
And thaw it to that brittle core.
And here we’ll plant the seed, my love,
And one day,
Perhaps not soon,
Some violent bloom will burst forth,
And sow that hurt on the wind.
It will drift to some far off scape,
While we drink and dream,
And I’ll kiss your neck
So soft and sweet
And whisper all my darkest secrets,
And stain your lips violet,
With the passion of my kisses.
Let me bruise you, pretty girl,
And sing your corpse to sleep.

Can I sit in your lap and whisper eternities?
Your heart is made of stone,
And my trembling fists cannot crack it.
I’ve no way of saying
How misplaced my feelings are.
If only I could be made of marble.
I call you crying all the time
All those bruised knees and scraped elbows
Of the past, were always fixed with a kiss.
And now your words are that soothing balm.
Like a knight, you’re virtuous,
Hard and unyielding as that armor you house yourself in.
But is it truly armor when that’s all there is?

Where will I find the light
Nowhere is where
I reside
Nowhere is where
I need to hide
Until I feel
What seems a dream
What’s lost and unreal…
I won’t find the light
Nowhere to hide
Gone and lost
Flame and frost
Nothing really matters to me…