stay with me, you're all i have left
                   i know we can make it out alive

the water is clean
but your wrists
are stained

.

you face
says happy, but
your eyes say pain

if my blades would cut my skin
as deep as your words do
maybe then
i could be dead by now

we used to play pretend,
         give each other different names,
   we would build a rocket ship
              and then we'd fly it far away.

the sky was dressed
in black silk and
silver stars,
i'd never been graced
with such beauty before.

why
is
breathing
so
hard
when
you're
not
around?

is it a sin for me to live because i am evil?

the only ones awake
at 3:00 am

                                                                                                           are the lonely
                                                                                                          and the loved.

mirrors
are just
glass
and you are
more
than
that

another shooting star
dances across
the night sky
but this time
i wished
for happiness

because i know
i'll never have
your arms wrapped
around me no matter
how many wishes
          it takes

i decided to
lay under the
stars again...

it was
beautiful..

i saw a
shooting star again
and i wasted
another wish
on
you.

and i you don't
like me, as i do you;
i understand.

because who would
really choose
a daisy, in a field
of roses?

don't you ever forget about me

what's wrong with you?

why don't you like yourself?

this reminds me of how
we will live together. i hope
we will get through those hard
times.

what happened?
what happened this badly
that you left me for her?
was i just another flower in a garden?
did my petals fall out
    that you had to pick
another?

maybe when i sprout again,
you'll pick me again

don't fall in love

with the moment

"please don't fall in love with me.
i'll write about the way your collar
bones curve and the way your lip
trembles when you're upset. i'll focus
more on the way you twiddle your
thumbs counter clockwise rather than
the words slipping from your mouth.
i'll remember your favourite song and
listen to it on repeat until the lyrics are
engraved into the crevasses of my
brain, but i'll forget why you prefer*
coffee over tea.  please don't fall in love
with me because once you realise i'm
not good enough, i'll write about you
until my palms bleed and my bones
begin to ache to serve as a reminder
that i should've tried harder to make
you stay. i should've focused more on
the feeling i got when you held me
rather than how many *******
freckles you had on your arms. i
should've woken you up to a fresh cup
*of coffee, not tea."

passenger seat in your beatdown CRV

1 am

70 down the interstate
left hand in yours
your flannel in my right
pressed against my nose
something is so reassuring about your aroma
and it's not the cologne you spent
a weekends pay check on
or the same deodorant you've
been using since the day i met you
but simply
you

you smell like home
and overtime i'm in your arms
for those minutes that seem
like forever
when i close my eyes and my face
hits your chest

i'm no longer

homesick

but we cannot
escape the past


                                                                                                      so you and i will
                                                                                                                         never
                                                                                                                             last

a lot

of me

was

so here's to everything

coming down to nothing

"when someone asks me what's wrong, my instant reaction is to lie and say everything is fine, despite how crap i really feel"

what do you care what i think anyway?

i don't even count, right?

i could disappear forever and it wouldn't make any difference.

"you've decided there is so much more than me,

and baby, honestly it's harder breathing next to you."

when you grow up,

your heart dies.

and i see me


and i don't like what i see

the world's an imperfect place

"i'm sick of people"

what a shame
we all became
such fragile
broken things

things change,

doesn't mean they get better.

we're all the same
we're all humans

and now you hang out with

the people you said you hated.

"i shouldn't be so unhappy at this age"

"you said you'd always be there"

you see things.

you understand.  

you're a wallflower.

angry and alone

"i can't trust you anymore"

i miss you