Writing poetry at 3 AM because the drugs haven't worn off and neither have you.

I stood there and watched him kiss her. And all I wanted to do was rip out her bleeding heart and wedge it between my hands, squeezing it so that in some way his pain would heal my pain.

Magic exists all around us.

2. When you laugh your nose crinkles up so perfectly that your freckles dance like little dandelions in the wind. Know that you are special.

3. One day you will find yourself. For now you are allowed to be lost, you are allowed to be confused and you are allowed to be scared. We all are.

4. You have experienced pain and you are still here. I am so proud of you. Do not disregard yourself you beautiful warrior.

5. You have stardust in your veins, you are a living, breathing, walking extraction of the universe. There are galaxies inside your head, moons in your eyes and the ocean in your heart.

6. You are enough.

He told me that in order to stop hurting him I would have to stop breathing.
Little did he know I had stopped. A long time ago.
And kissing him was like kissing the sun.
His mouth was the only ash I would let enter my lungs.
I hate the fact that I am drowning on land.

I chased you the way birds chase summer.

You can't complain about burnt hands when your hands are on the stove.

When you touch me I want it to burn like fire through my heart.
When you leave me I want to cry blood.
I just want to feel again.
When I am with you I want society to fade away.
I want you to make me lie on your shower floor, cold water pouring onto our naked bodies.
Whisper that humanity is a lie.
Life is a lie.
The moon is a lie.
Everything I know and have ever felt is a lie.
Everything except us.
Except you.
Except this moment we have now.
Except the electricity that passes through your finger tips as you tell me to close my eyes and feel ice on my face.
Suffocate my wandering mind and leave me lying on the cold brick road. Begging for humanity to let me back in.
Begging for you to let me back in.
Begging for sanity.