Some days your mind floats like dandelions,
wandering aimlessly
on and on.

Like magic,
like dust,
like time you cannot touch–
you are lost in your universe
crushing dreams and unweaving expectations

Until suddenly,
gravity pulls you back
into your sheets.

Your eyes,
hostaged in reality,
come back in its consciousness

You wake up,
let a tear drop,
and feel bad for breathing.

You broke her into a thousand pieces
So you could find your missing one.

For the first time,
I'm not sure what to say.
I can't tell you it will be okay
Because I don't fully believe it myself yet.
I can't tell you not to worry
Because we come from different worlds.
But they say it's times like these
You find out who your friends are.
So let me be clear.
For what it's worth,
You've got a friend in me.

tell me how
the most broken
beaten down
torn up
stripped to the flesh
people

could ever get back up
brush off the dirt
and carry on
like nothing ever
happened.

If i had an empty bottle
Hanging on a tree
For every time
You told me i wasn't
Pretty enough
Sweet enough
Popular enough
Smart enough
Funny enough
Good enough
Enough

If i had a full bottle
hanging on a tree
For every time
I told you you weren’t
Pretty enough
Sweet enough
Popular enough
Smart enough
Funny enough
Good enough
Enough

People would think i was a drunk
Because my tree would be full of empty bottles.

I wish to hear your voice divine
and feel your blazing skin
and maybe steal a kiss or two
before I weep for sin.

the distance has my heart aloof
I know not what to do
so I'll wrap myself tight in this bed
and dream of missing you.