how did we go
from popsicle-stained tongues
to ink-stained hands
to blood-stained tiles?
where did we go wrong?

whether it's a jagged gasp
between sheets
of a queen sized bed,
perfect handwritten letters
between sheets
of notebook paper,
the words
"i love you"
don't mean anything
to him anymore.

it was never supposed to be you
                                           but you were the only one who cared
                                   now it's you i go to
     half of what i write is for you
                                        and  you are what i wish for when i click my heels
it's like everything aligned...
                            to bring me you

you float among waves
i float among stars
show me the oceans
i'll take you to mars
we can follow the sunset
because this world is ours
in a wave of emotion
we'll forget about scars
i'll show you my mind
though it is quite bizarre
i'll hold on to your words
like fireflies in a jar

teardrops on lashes
and knives going missing
bright crimson blood stains
arms scratched and tongues bitten
gritting your teeth
when it begins to sting
why are these some of my favorite things?