One day the words won't drown me,
The hands won't claw at my chest,
My heart won't fall and shatter,
My fists won't break and bleed,

But the words are pulling me under
And those hands are carving canyons,
My heart is in pieces around me,
My fists are ruined running red.

*******
For how you made me feel
*******
For pretending I wasn't there
*******
For everything
*******
*******
*******

You love me with the flame of a candle and I love you with the strength of a bonfire.

It's time I stopped burning my fingers.

One day I will be
All grown up and ready
And good enough
So that the next time
I won't get hurt
I'll get loved.

You will fall
And it will hurt
But you should learn
To pick yourself up
And realise
That the pain
And the torture
Does not mean
That he loves you
Only that he
Doesn't care enough
To realise your worth.

We are all broken things
But I think it's time
That I stop waiting to be fixed
And start to see the beauty
In my shattered pieces
And then maybe one day
I won't be broken
I'll be a mosaic.

My mother used to hold her breath
Whenever she walked past smoke
So I would also follow suit
Whispering about bad habits
And promise to never be that way
So I wonder if she knew me now
Would she notice that when I walk past
I no longer hold my breath
But I gasp for that smoke to fill my lungs
And clear all the cobwebs away.