In the way you stare at the sun Just because you forget you’re not supposed to
When you let your hair fall in front of your face so I won’t see you blush Or when you push it out of your eyes to make sure I see how mad you are But not really because you know that I love to make you mad just so I can make it up to you with an unexpected gesture, But you have to pretend you’re mad so it will be a surprise
You love surprises
The way you try to cover up your freckles even though you know I’ll just wipe off the make-up There’s that mad expression again, I call it your Doghouse face Baby I’m sorry but really, that just wasn’t your color, it looked simply awful You giggle and that was my plan all along, just to make you laugh
You might get me back later by calling me Pooky or some other God awful atrocity in front of the guys You think you’ve won now but I take their jeering as proof of their jealousy of my silly beautiful girl My girl with golden hair like the essence of light itself
Ragged at the ends where you tried to cut it yourself
Torn, like your memories As frayed as the edges of your drug addled mind
I know that its not that you don’t care about me that you sneak out of my arms in the night Just that my pleads for you to be safe are no match for the begging from your veins And when I find you in the morning curled up in a corner I want to yell and shake you until I can make you give a **** Then you’re eyes find mine and I melt, realizing I’ve already forgiven you I sink down the wall next to you and hold your shaking frame while you mumble how you’re so sorry, so so sorry You just can’t help yourself It’s okay baby girl, I’m here I’ll help you Just let me Please let me and I’ll save you.
please please
please just
let me let me
All I have now are these memories A simple list of treasures Your stubborn need to criticize yourself Your pale hand running through your golden hair A bony hand running through ragged strands Your satin skin against mine in the dark Feeling a world map of scars and abuse like trying to read your broken mind with a touch Being dragged through the same stores for hours watching your face light up when you try on anything in reach Being thrown out of stores after finding our pockets empty Running through the grass barefoot and falling down for an excuse to watch you spin yourself dizzy Holding your hair back while you try to tell me the puking is from spinning too fast The way you drag a cigarette too deep and try to cover a cough The way you have to talk to everyone on the street Old or young, rich or poor You can’t focus You bite your nails You hate TV but love the movies You love hamburgers and daffodils Skittles but not green or yellow The color scarlet, not red Laughing too loud in all the wrong places Pretending you don’t care what anyone thinks but spending hours in the mirror
How you have to fall asleep with my arms around you but kicking me bruised in your sleep But I keep a tight hold and I don’t dare let go
Please baby girl, let me protect you I would rather die than see the smallest piece of sadness in your emerald eyes
You couldn’t hold me back I don’t want a normal life
Don’t do this
There’s always hope Its never too late If you’re broken I will fix you I won’t ever give up