i once fell for a boy who let me hold my breath until i turned blue waiting for him to say three simple words but he set me free with three other words of his own: "you're not her."
i once befriended a girl who went apple picking with her family every fall and swam with dolphins every summer. now she spends every christmas and new year's with men who will run their hands up her thighs but cannot remember the color of her eyes.
i now dream of men with colorful tattoos and smoky hair who let me rest my head on their shoulders and take my cares away.
i am now like ones who prefer to dance and sleep alone at night. i come into contact with those who carry broken hearts in their ribcage because maybe we can put the pieces all together. and make something beautiful.
you've got a box full of spiral notebooks in the back of your closet, in the attic, under your bed; every page black with scribbles of your despair and the words warped where the sheet caught your tears.