Your knees must be bruised,
Black and blue,

For your falling on them in front of your god,
Loud and holy.

I respect your insistence,
Your wanting to save us.

But there's nobody here to save,
You're standing in an empty room.

Pluck my eyes out,
I  have just found out,
My summer is ruined,
I have a sprained ankle,
A medical condition,
More acne,
Anxiety,
I'm tired as a newborn baby....

Late at night when I'm in bed
the hours before flash through my head.
I think of how you cradled me,
so soft, so sweet, so contently.

When I'm with you I can forget
that I obviously have yet
to sprout my wings; a butterfly,
you make me feel too strong to cry.

I feel so special, pretty even,
that it becomes a shock that evening,
when I look into the mirror and find
that all that beauty was in your mind.

I have no fancy footing nor fortress on which I stand,
but I look upon this humble world, and think it rather grand.

I look to those cold and open pages,
the words from poets written over ages.
telling us from where to come and how we go there.
All that we have seen and done, taking us to nowhere.

They talk of war, and death galore.
Of how we paint this world, a subtle shade of red.
That all that we have ever done is dying and or dead.
but there is something they have forgotten, an idea of a road left rotten.

What of the beauty?
What of the dove?
what of all those ideas that make us love...

Are they not important too?
I leave this choice down to you.

I like you.
That's all there is to it.
I like you.
But we can't.
I'm still young.
But so are you.
My mother doesn't approve.
Yours?
Its because of experience.
Your experience.
But is that it?
Or is it because...
You are a girl, too?

it's like a math problem
that i struggle with for hours
trying to comprehend
my confusion makes me cry
and all i want is to understand
understand why the numbers interact
with these numbers
why things change if you add or subtract
why the answer isn't always what
you thought it may be

we're just like all the possible problems
a teacher could present to us
i struggle to find our answer

my cat ate
my bestfriend's
hair-bow
the one she
let me borrow
apparently
sorry
isn't good enough