people tell me to be bitter
you broke me after all
but is it bad that all i can do is smile?
you're finally laughing and i'm happy
even if i was never a part
of the happy ending

the mist is frosty and cold
my finger draws upon it
tales and myths of old
i wonder if they bought it

the lies of loving who i am
slide from off my tongue
i ran and ran and ran and ran
to get away from blazing suns

my childhood calls like a mother
waiting for her precious child
as if she knew the others
had been abusing me with smiles

i told them over and over again
that i was grown and truly an adult
that i truly didn't need my friends
disproved sorely by my childish sulk

the window panes are cold
and it hurts to touch my memories
i felt so young i feel so old
i'm just a heartbroken trilogy

i was a babe and then a teen
i grew into my full grown skin
so hard-hearted and awfully mean
that i couldn't ever fit in

i hated growing pains
they reminded me of my age
that i was always always changing
always always a newly flipped page

it hurts it hurts it hurts
these unbearable window panes
it hurts it hurts it hurts
these horrible growing pains

a heart so pure forever mine
it took a while and long to find
but i love the warmth radiating
it's a good kind of alienating

your kindness evident in all you say
the times i talk to you everyday
it makes me happy all the time
that you're my friend, forever mine

i wish you only saw yourself
as a book and not a shelf
as if someone couldn't love you
as if their adoration isn't true

i hope one day that you see
how beautiful you can really be
if you smile and remember
that you're kind and tender

and i hope that you'll know
that i'm not putting on a show
i truly love you outside in
i truly think of you as my kin

love shame and
it will heart break,

eyes hurt and
confusion hurts

lovely falls
and kind cracks.

times broken
and healed clocks.

all lead me
back to you.

you give me paper cuts
small, yet deep
and i still happily,
readily,
joyfully,
bleed for you.

you and I
must be balanced
in order to be
loved
by one
another

i never knew the definition
of heartbreak and stipulation
agreements of dedication
love in deep hibernation.

it hurts to feel nothing
a sense of dignity and loathing
a rotten egg coating
over a sense of boding.

shatter-free me
it's all i want to be.
he's just like a bee
unnaturally sweet like honey
with a hidden deadly sting.