i was a fire out in the wild
and you were just another wind
breezing in as you pleased
till i was fully extinguished
and you left me in ashes.

I don't want to wear a dress, or at least I don't think I do.
I don't want to wear a suit, or then again maybe i do.
I'm not sure who i am anymore.
Stuck within this eternal identity crisis, living in fear of what everyone thinks.

Can't i just walk down the street smiling? The wind in my hair, the sun on my face? Feeling as if time is irrelevant?

Except nothing is irrelevant. Can't i take my girlfriend to Prom without feeling lost?

Can't we both be the prom queens?

Dear muse
Why wont you leave my
Mind like you left
Me alone in the dark

Its getting
Harder to keep
My thoughts im order
Without drifting back to you

I have so much to say
More to lose and i
Cant stop
Writing to you

You are everywhere
Except where
I need you to be

Dear muse
I hate needing you
Missing you and that
You left
Please
Find your way back

I want to cut my hair.
Chop it all off and make it into something beautiful.
I need to cut my hair.  They say things like
"Wear your hair down more." "You'd be so pretty if you let your long hair down."
I DO NOT LIKE LONG HAIR.
I have never liked long hair.
I seek liberation, from this metaphorical suffocation.

Please, just let me cut my hair.

I want to be the cool girl, who gets all the other girls. The skinny one. The pretty one. The handsome one. The stylish one. The gay one. The tattooed one. The one with short hair.

I want to have short hair.

As beautiful as stone
Awkward and stuttered
Feeble in attempts yet deep
Preaching to me in fragile tone

Forming a dependency on me
Controlling and possessive
Cutting off my breath
Gripped by fear you cannot see

Hate me love me.
End we..

I'll pray for you
beneath the moon,
and shed tears of moonlight
that reveal your truth.
I'll walk barefoot
across this shore,
collecting treasures
that remind me of you.
I'll pretend they wandered
from me to you,
like a message in a bottle
tossed out to sea.
I'll write you letters,
and burn them here,
setting you free
from my dark memory.
I'll let you go,
while walking barefoot,
but always thinking of you,
beneath the waning moon.