I don't feel comfortable in
my own skin
so I wear the skin of others
to comfort my being

he loves me,
he loves me not,
he loves me,
he loves me not
he loves me
so I tell him I love him
the daisy told me
he does too
but he doesn't
so daisies fade in my mind
and rose petals bleed out of my broken heart

watch the ball of fire
slowly trickle into the rubble
as the young lady’s
smile turns upside down
her crystals lay so peacefully
upon her cauldron shelf
the book in which her spells lay
is magic like the stars
the candles are dancing with fire
around the a big book
watch the ball of fire
fly above the rubble
spitting fireworks
into smoke
and her frown into a smile

‘I need help’

I said as I grasped for words to describe the un describable

‘You’re fine’

My hands slipped off the mountain as I feel into the colorless void

Water fills my lugs till the point where I don't
have space
like a field of lavender flowers
where I'll stay
forever

Sometimes so many ideas
are rushing through my head
That I cry tears
Of words

I dove through a deep sea of myself
to find the crystal
I had been looking for all along

The words bleed out
As you tell me
About the monsters
In your mind

are you still alive sweetpea?
sometimes i think i'm dead but i'm still here.

honey pours over sunflower seeds
like the tears on my cheeks

her bare toes touch the
wet grass,
the bottoms of her feet
now covered in mud
her feet are the garden
growing fresh movements
her mind is the water
nourishing the herbs

your intensity brought out the wild flowers

serein touches my fingertips
so sour, but so sweet

I tap my nails
Nervously
Remembering what you said

the soap layers my body,
as I wash away the memories from you

i know
i have no worth
i know
i can't help it
i know
i'm the opposite of pretty
i know
i know

peachy dreams
splatter down with the sunset

it hurts
but at least
I don’t have to
think about you

it’s as if I grow taller
as the sun grows colder
as the world stops for a second
as I fall in

my silk tears slide down my raw face
for you're the one who birthed them

I picked the words out of his soul one by one
Then I instantly put them back
Because he didn’t know who he was

My chest hurts
I’m breathing rocks
The expression on my face
No one shall ever see

I feel like I need to spill my feelings
into some other coffee.

I pulled at the roots
but he didn’t budge
so I left him in the ground
and I sat and thought
“maybe he’s not ready”

perfect is
being imperfect

lukewarm freckles berade my skin
like soldiers to the sea

they tell me how to live my life
and do you know the funny thing about that?
the funny thing is,
is that they don't know the nights
the reasons
that's lead to the bags under my eyes

scratch at the ceiling
tear the seams
cry for help
go back to sleep

I tried to defy it,
but I just undermine it every time

the buttercream colored streets
crumble under my feet

there’s a fragment of my mind which says
‘the darkness is your home.’

honey heals my bruises
milk heals my cuts
buttercream heals my scars
and you heal my heart

the moon cries like milk over stars,
the sun cries like fire over me

deep breaths,
as you paint your stars
extend them into constellations
then galaxies
and a whole new darkness begins

you yell at the moon for your anger,
but this time I am the moon

the jacket curls around me
like your arms used to

the chocolate melted in my mouth
as fast as you slipped away from me

you write letters on my back
as you would with paper
the words
not so fragile
as for my skin to shatter
would be good for you
because the words you wrote
are very true

they think I’ve been sleeping in hell

you ask me how I feel,
and I want to tell you that my lungs ache
but I just smile and walk away
from those maple toned eyes

In the garden
tomatoes crushed under my feet
and juice flowed out
just like how you
crushed my heart
and fragments bled around

tears feel good on my raw, cut skin
maybe that's why i cry so much

I need to ***** my tears
into the black hole of the void

should I do for me or
should I do for commonality?