i like to dance inside your arms
like a mosquito trapped inside a room

i don't know who's got the stronger grip between us two
but i think you're a little less stuck on me than i am stuck on you

I've found,
poetry is more beautiful
when your soul is shaken up
when you're on the verge of tears
when you're reading it slowly
with an aching heart,
holding out your hand
saying,

        "Let's be broken together"

Ain't no tragedy quite like seeing that blood really is thicker than water
dripping on these thin white bed covers

To the people in my life:

I’m sorry for the inconvenience of getting to know me,
I’m sorry that I’m not exactly who you thought I’d be

I’m sorry if we get in fights,
Or I say something you don’t like

I’m sorry I can’t stand anything,
And I’d always rather just stay in

I’m sorry,
I didn’t mean for you to get to know me

And I’m sorry I’m such a miserable ****.