I wrapped my large arm around the house of the pure and stayed until the morning, reciting the mantra I made up

*If I stay, they will. If I stay, they will

I made many mistakes but loving you was never one of them

- I'm sorry I left first

- Every time I think of your face a part of me disintegrates, I don't know whether this is a good or bad thing yet

- I never loved anyone as much as I loved you, please never forget that

- You've changed me, and I don't know if it was for the better, but I'm not the same anymore

- I hope you know that I was ready to run away with you at any second

- You were the first person that made me feel like I belonged somewhere

- You're probably still confused to why I left you, and it's better that you don't know. But, I want to make it evident that you were my first home. Now, I need to move.

- You will always be a part of me, and I hope I will always be a part of you

- You'll always be my petal

- I'm sorry all of this is a little bit too late

Don't mind the days we don't speak for hours
Don't mind if they turn into weeks

If you see a scar on our bodies, think nothing of it. Never ask how we got it, just look the other way.

If you see our journal lying on the bed, move it to the table side and walk out of the room.

If we look frail, smile at us and leave the stove on.

If our eyes are red, hand us eye drops and give us cold glass of water.

When the principal calls to see how we are doing after a week of not coming to school, tell him we came down with something contagious. Don't tell him we ran away for a couple of days.

When my friends don't come over or call, don't think anything of it.

If you're worried, don't be. We'll be alright soon enough, we just have to get through all this **** by ourselves first.

I am a girl that calls herself a planet.

I do this because I look around and I see that I don't belong. I first thought it was the world that was different, but as I grow older I see that it is I that differs. The things I like are deemed weird. I speak with blunt force and honesty- but in this society that is looked down upon. I am not what beautiful is defined to be. In fact, I'm the exact opposite. So, I choose not to be seen.

Yet, I want to be wanted. Though being wanted is unattainable for a planet like me. I have a house, but not a home. I have parents and siblings, but not a family. I have people to talk to, but not friends. I am alone. It's not that I feel too small for this world, it is that I feel too big. I'm not good around people. So, I must be alone for the better of society. And I'm afraid, that I will be alone for the rest of my life.

That is the burden of being a planet; remaining untouchable.

if you're in my life theres probably
a poem written about you

I have to remember that the shape of the Earth does not resemble your fingertip.
I have to remember that my name sounds like a curse slipping through your lips.
I have to remember the hold you had on me.

I thought I peeled your hands away
I thought I took a new breath on my own without your aid
I believed in my independence... but only for a while.

It took me five bottles of liquor to realize that your hands never left my neck, and it only took me five minutes to realize that I still liked it.

I wasn't afraid if the Devil sent you to me. In fact, if it was the Devil then this would all make complete sense. But the thing I'm terrified of is if God was the one who brought you to me. I wondered if you were a test- some graded assignment I had to complete to get to the Gates of Heaven.

Yet after meeting you, I didn't want to ascend into the Gates of Heaven. I wanted to stay on Earth, still using 24 hours trying to figure out why we are here. I wanted to stay in Purgatory, sinking my nails into the depth the darkness while you hold me up. I wanted to descend into the hole of hell to feel comfortable in the fire with you. All I wanted was you- in each stage of hell or life. I wanted you.

You see, thats why I think God gave me you. I think God gave me a test, and I'm still not sure if I passed or not.