He's gotten used to my crying
Folds my gloves
Entertains my hand
Nothing to offer but a fading persona

White emblems to remind me
I'll lose my right to be alone
Every day worn down by the next
Pushing pushing
What will I set aside?

A hollow pit sits in my stomach
I've never felt this before
Medication
Will anything smear this hardship
Smile smile smile
Pretend it's okay
I swear I'm okay
Break down as soon as you get home
Your parents are fast asleep it's okay to cry
Warm water can't replace the feel of your touch
Pat dry but the towel is stained red
38 hours I can barely eat
Puking, headaches, cracking bones
When will this end
Red, all I see is red
Shaking fists are begging me to let them loose

each word you speak
i will craft into a chorus of endearment
a filled orchestra made just for you
crooning to the sound of your heart

i will write hours upon end
witlessly trying to convey my fondness
scartching paper
breaking pens
nothing could compare

my mind dances around him
my thoughts twirl like taffy
loosely restrained
these silent reminders
surface at my throat
do not hurt him
dusk til dawn these words ring out
do not hurt him

dancing fingers fill her hair
you watch her chest rise and fall
the weight of your world
resting on your lap
between your fingers lies a girl
a pretty girl
witty, kind, lovely in every way
she is yours
and you are whole