rule one: everyone lies
rule two: you're not supposed to care
rule three: trust no one

there are scratches on my
knuckles and bruises on my
face from when i challenged
another for your
heart.

i'm sorry he's stronger than me.

if you believe in me,
then you'll understand me
when i say that it's a
secret
and i can't tell you.

if you believe in me,
then you'll know what
i mean when i say that it's
dangerous.

follow me, if you believe.

her hair was like coper,
brown and normal until the
light caught it.

her hair sparked and
burned away her ginger
soul.

he called her and she said, "i love you."
he said, "yes."

he called her and she said, "i love you."
he said, "yes."

he called her and she said, "i love you."
he said, "yes."

he called her and she said, "i love you."
he said, "no."

my favorite thing about my
boring awful photo class
is being in the dark.

there's a boy.

i know, i know. a boy.

but i'm just the awkward girl
with a crooked back and the
huge notebook and ugly style.

and he's just the quarterback's
best friend with the cool hoodies
and those adidas shoes that everyone has.

and i know it's stereotypical and
could potentially work

but how does a girl who can't breathe
let go and take a gulp?

we are all human beings,
but we are not all humans.

if you are a human,
you are
     basically normal
          with just a dash of strange
     generally nice
          with some splashes of anger
     regular
     spectacular.

you are all human beings,
but you are not all humans.