i met a girl
she loved the smell of salt and earth and summer rain
she was blind. but only to her own mind. the inner workings.
what kept ticking and what had stopped. she couldn't fix the bad parts.
tried replacing them with flowers and broken shells.
maybe if they could fit just right. just maybe.

one day she fell while walking along the beach
looking for the perfect piece
but quickly sprang to her feet,
she swept the sand from her hair and sun from her eyes
minutes passed before she noticed the blood on her knees
she sat quietly on the shore
and watched the stream run down her leg and into the water
as the waves carried her blood out to sea
her thoughts spiraled
"how can i ever fix this?"
a man walked by and offered his hand but she shook her head
and said nothing.


everything you feel
like great big drops of blood
pooling up until they run
pouring out and getting lost
swept away until they're forgotten.
the salt water stings like every time
you said "i hate you." and "why can't i change?"


i never came here to change her. you have to believe that if you don't believe anything.