I'm slowly learning what hurt feels like
I'm slowly learning what broken is
I'm slowly learning what shattered looks like
I'm slowly learning what you look like
I'm slowly learning who Hope is
I'm slowly learning what alone takes
I'm slowly learning when time really runs out
I'm slowly learning how to crumble
I'm slowly learning what repetition does
I'm slowly learning what tired looks like
I'm slowly learning how to forget you
I'm slowly learning how to walk away
I'm slowly learning lessons and making tally marks on the wall
I'm slowly learning that I've wasted all of my seconds counting them
I'm slowly learning how waiting has beaten me
I'm slowly learning how you have drawn the most blood
I'm slowly learning what beauty is
I've finally figured out how the phoenix rose from the ashes
I'm slowly learning that I am not that phoenix
I'm slowly learning that you were not a fire
I figured out months ago that you were not the moon but I haven't figured out how
I'm slowly learning how people build monuments in the sand
I'm slowly learning how those monuments survive earthquakes
I'm slowly learning that I am not those monuments but you weren't an earthquake and I wasn't built in the sand
I'm slowly learning what rebuilding looks like
When I try it myself, there are still cracks
I've learned that I'll never be quite right again
Falling in love becomes a tattoo whether you put it there or not
Perfect people need perfect people
I need someone else who has broken with the right spare parts
I've taught this to myself like the drill I am issued every afternoon
Every repetition sounds more rhythmic and correct
The glue will never harden
I could never paint over all of the cracks
I've lost some of the pieces that have been chiseled away
I'm not entirely
Energy has been lost in collision
And when I find him, I will find it again

She stared at the picture
As if she wasn't
She stared at the picture
As if she couldn't see it at all
As if she had given up trying
She only saw him in photographs
Now that he was gone
She doesn't want to see his life without her
She wants to remember before he left
Let her remember

I've got this great idea for a love story.
It takes place in far away places
It's a little bit odd
And very complicated
And difficult, to an extreme,
But I love you,
So
**Let's write it together

I think
I'm doing
okay.
I'm still bullying myself
over the sugar
in fruit juice
at breakfast.
I'm still convinced
that I deserve the pain
from running.
It's penance.
It heals the sugar wounds.
I haven't thought
about skipping classes
or entire days
I haven't forgiven
the man,
But I forgive myself
For not forgiving
I'm out of breath
because this run
is your replacement.

I won't compare life to a
Path
Or a roller coaster
Or a road
No,
Not quite.
My life is a bottomless pit
A straight shot down
Or a straight climb up
But you never hit the ground.

Crazy people
With all your metaphors and such the like
I'm trying to tell you a story,
Not write you a fairytale.
Why can't dreams come out in sentences
Every beautiful thought is clichè
Why can't people just say "I love you"
In plain terms?
Is it any less special to be written like so?

When I first met him
He told me that I had a lot to say
And that no one would listen
But he would

He pinned me so flawlessly
As if he had thrown a thumbtack at a mosquito wing
I'm not in love with him
Far from it, in fact
But he interests me.
He's the sort of person you only meet once
He doesn't fit into a type
Because he's every kind of different
And I love talking to him
Because I don't already know what he's going to say before he says it
He's got such a ******* up life
But he is one of the best people I know
It's fascinating, really
He could be incredible, if given a better chance
But he isn't
And he doesn't complain
And yet he still lets me talk

When I first met him
He told me that I had a lot to say
And that no one would listen
But he would
And he has never broken that promise.

There's a theory in thermodynamics
For every reaction that occurs, some energy and order is lost to the universe
Heading towards complete disarray in the grand scheme of things
So naturally, right as things started to make sense,
As soon as my life clicked together in tessellated, repeating structures,
I followed the rules of my chemistry teacher and got black-out drunk
My life has become that floral shirt shirt you can't wear with anything
You thought it was pretty in the store-
They had it dressed up on a mannequin with sleek black pants
It looked edgy, and professional
But you aren't that mannequin

"I love you,"
Scrawled out as an afterthought
My handwriting increasing in size as I ran out of words for you
I have often been named a human dictionary, but I didn't want to give myself away this time
I wasn't even sure I wanted to leave a note
I taped it to the back of a painting
You'll find it eventually

The desert welcomed me with open arms, but was only a pause
Eighty years is a long time, and three days doesn't make a difference till the end
So my pocket radio cut in and out as I dipped into the grand canyon
They recommend a gallon of water per person,
But I figured a can of coke and a little soul could hold on for now

She wound up dead on a highway
"Bought a farm," said some of my favourite authors
"So it goes."


Her body's breaking down into smaller particles
Her hair is evaporating
All that's left is her ruined paint set in a plain white apartment

I don't even remember his name,
But at the time, I swore I was going to marry him
With as much conviction as someone with their finger halfway down on the trigger of a loaded gun
I have been fired at some odd angle towards bullet-proof glass
And for the first time in my entire life,
I don't know how I'm going to make it out of this

I'm slowly building up my life around things to looks forward to
Dreams that are suddenly real
And aspirations I didn't know I had.
Days to live for
I've found so many thing to look forward to,
But why won't you be one of them?

The bed wasn't made when I got back
All of the sheets were tangled
There were drool and sweat stains on the pillowcases
She was always a part of everything
All the laundry
Always her favourite detergent
She took it with her and I don't remember
I do remember exactly how she fit on the bed with the dog and I
And how she straightened things out after I left for work every day
I remember exactly how she looked laying on the floor in the place where the sun snuck through the window
But I didn't remember to make the bed this morning

A little girl holds her marbles in the bottom of her shirt
The boys play for keeps, and they cheat
She grasps the cool glass to her warm chest through the fabric
As if her integrity is fragile,
Like she was ashamed that she wanted to cheat when her marbles were taken away
The teacher asks why she holds herself like this
Tells her that the boys can see her stomach
As if something will be stolen before her body is full grown
Her belly button has never seen so much sunlight- or so many eyes
The glass breaks on the pavement as she covers herself
And if dignity were a porcelain doll, she’d be broken, too.

I call my mother after dance class so she can tell me not to waste my time on frivolous motion
I tell her I am reinventing a body
That boys stole parts before they were full grown
That if I learn to bend in new ways, I won’t break when they play for keeps and the eyes are on the outside
The broken marbles at recess make new people.

After all that, I still had my eyeliner on
My mascara-
After all that screaming
After you left
I feel like I'm in the waiting room at a hospital
My heart is in surgery
And it's not going to make it
I keep waiting for you to come back through the door but you're long gone
You're running away to Maryland, I'm waiting to turn 19
I messed up the nail polish on my toes in the same living room where it all shattered
I fell asleep hanging upside down off my bed with the lights on
And my eyeliner in place
And my mascara

You're allowed to remember"*
I understand, she said, that forgetting feels like letting go
And you aren't ready to let go yet
You're clinging to any scrap of that feeling you had years ago
Any part of the wind that makes it feel like it's not over
Nothing is unending
I can't stop time for you
I can't hold your hand until you realize that loss is just the tide pulling something further and further away
So sit there, and remember
Write a book, paint a picture
And then shower off, wash your hair
Change your clothes
The tide hasn't pulled you away yet
I'm still staring at you from the other side of the bed
It doesn't have to be over yet

I'm learning to let my realities blend
I swear, I
Blink for a second, but minutes pass
It's like I fell asleep
My letters switch and I can't
Describe the way I see my room

It's hard to look at the broken walls
With sharp, thick lines
Like the way they divide countries
It's hard not to write a love poem
Even as I fall asleep

In my head,
It pulls apart first
Where the floor meets the wall
My window stays intact
But the floor boards are ripped up
The wall is sharp and jagged

The blackness in the middle
Is horrifying
And beautiful and intriguing
I'm not afraid of being tired
But I've typed the wrong letters
And the image is gone

I'll stay up all night to show you a flash
The empty space where my walls used to be
I wake up and it's gone
So I'm fighting to find the keys
I forget what I was fighting for

I write down everything I think
Because I'll close my eyes for a second
And then I won't remember
I wake up with ripped up drawings
And poems
That I don't remember making

I want to say one more thing to you before I go to sleep,
Like I do every single night,
But I can't find my hands.
It takes me three tries to turn off the lights
And then I am scared of the dark

My thoughts don't linger long enough to express to you. I'll sit here, peacefully, and wait for the room to fall apart. I listen to my racing thoughts silence each other and I forget what I was going to say to you. I sit there until I am too tired to stay upright and I fall asleep. Some nights are still restless, but the others-
I forget.

We’ve been living in the right lane of the highway
Going way too fast way too carefully
I think we missed our exit but I know that we missed everything in between
But honestly,
I think the whole world is right here, in the cab of your beat up pickup truck

If this is love, then I think writers got a little confused
This is confined, and nuanced, and breakable
There is no indestructible rope tying us together
Our love is trapped inside a glass prism
All you have ever needed to do was knock it off the shelf
But that doesn’t mean it was any less beautiful in one piece

You need to learn a lesson
Girls in short skirts and tall heels will not dance with you
They will fix their lipstick and take pictures for the internet
But they will not move any further into the party
The dance floor is lava and you are children
Your love is an ocean and she is a hot air balloon
You will never reach her
And she will never fall into that

But it got your imagination going
Some rusty old gears that you thought had fallen apart
And that makes it worthwhile, right?
Or maybe it doesn’t
Maybe it rots your insides until your soul melts out your eyeballs and you fall apart for real this time
Maybe it makes a pin ***** scar that you’ll have to explain to somebody someday

But honestly, if we left hand prints on beaches or carvings in trees,
I think we’d be wasting our lives
I have never regretted taking out my camera
Because nothing is permanent, but you can last for as long as I carefully back-up my memory card

My father told my sister and I that if we jumped and missed the ground, we'd be flying
And God, I believed him
We spent hours on that trampoline
Wore ourselves silly,
Got jabs from all the pine needles lost to the mesh from acid rain
Not allowed to come into the house until we hosed our feet off

We upgraded our efforts
My father had a pickup truck that we loved,
And we had umbrellas for walking to school with
We tried every height we thought we could get away with no broken bones
And we came close, I landed on my neck once
Morphine in the hospital is sort of like flying
Best attempt we had at the time

When I turned 18, I bought a plane ticket
I had to apologize to my mother, because I never stopped running away
We lived in the valley, and I always saw the moutains which enclosed us as a challenge
But she built us a home, our imaginary flight a simple trick to keep us grounded
It worked for so long, and she held on to her family
So it's only fair. She's earned this apology-
But I've earned this air space
I worked for the money, and paid for this ticket,
A guarenteed four hours of nothing but simulated pressure and clouds obscuring city lines

I didn't know I was missing anything
I thought that we had everything
Shared through wires and satellite signals
It's kind if silly to think like that in hindsight
Because I sat down with her at the same table
No computer screens, no lost connections
I could feel it when she kicked my shoe
We've lost so much time
We missed everything.

I've had to tell myself over and over again that you didn't really mean it
- every time you said you loved me
I swear to myself that love would not bite me
Love would be artwork on my skin instead of scars
Love won't strike for the jugular or slice my achilles
Love will hold my hand and sing songs for me
Love will be written in satin cursive
It will be written in front of my vision and all over my face
Love will not hurt if it doesn't have to
Love will not leave me there until it feels like coming back
Love will be a human being- not a ghost, not a robot
Love might not say its name
But it won't hide from me
It won't leave for weeks without a word
Love will not tell me that my ideas don't matter
Love will be an entity, and I haven't found it yet
But it has taken me all of this time to convince myself it wasn't you.

The cherry blossom tree will bloom tonight
It will be a lighthouse in the dark
I will be back, my darling
Just as I have been.
I assure you
That things will be alright
You will look for me when you wake,
But I cannot be there
I apologize, my darling.
I will see you in your dreams.

My dear friend,
I'm sorry I kept you up tonight
I got caught up
In the sound of your voice
Separate from the pounding in my head
Separate from the nightmares
You are your own dream
I just don't see you enough
It's so easy to get wrapped up in your words
I love to read your writing
I wish you'd show me more
I'm sorry I kept you up,
I love you.
Love,
Rosey

I gave up a little today
It shows when I smile:
Half broken, trying too hard
Trying to learn not to love
Holding onto the idea that someday I will get to love
Again
Giving up on my dreams of a perfect house,
A beautiful dress
I'm trying not to imagine spinning around a ballroom with someone, because
Everytime I wake up from those daydreams, my heart gets broken
I've given up on beauty:
I cut my hair and called it "powerful,"
But really,
I'm just trying to be a kid again
I've finally given in to fairytales and knights in shining armour,
But I've given up on finding my own

Wake up!
Wake up!!
What?
I have a hole!
What?
Come see!
What?
Come and *look!
Sure...
...What is this?
This is my hole.
It's a notebook!
It's a stack of notebooks!
How is that a hole?
It's my rabbit hole!
Your what?
**My rabbit hole!
I jump through it, you see
And anyhing can happen
I can walk on the moon!
Or breathe underwater.
Or anything!
Do you like my rabbit hole?
What an incredible universe
That we could live in
If you could only see.

My life is not poetic.
I grew up sick on the bathroom floor
I learned that my stomach was broken and it would be until I was twelve
I learned how to swallow pills
I learned the directions to the hospital
And all of my doctors' phone numbers

I grew up at four in the morning
Horrified that if I cried too loud my parents would wake up,
Lonely and isolated,
No one to reach out to,
I learned that everybody else knew how to fall asleep

I grew up in hospital waiting rooms
I learned how to spit out the same information over and over again
I learned that I wasn't allowed to cry when they stuck needles in me
I learned that my body wasn't mine anymore until they learned how to fix it

I grew up like a lot of other people
Except I couldn't go on roller coasters
And I was good friends with the school nurse
I stayed home most of December my fifth grade year
After hospital tests, my daddy didn't make me go back to school.
First grade me remembers falling asleep in the MRI
Fifth grade me remembers giving up on therapy
High school me cut herself because she was afraid of getting sick
My life is not poetic
All the stuff in between sounds pretty

But some days I still wake up alone on the bathroom floor
Out of medication and out of hope because I was the small percent that didn't grow out of my genes when I was twelve
High school me has flashbacks to the hospital waiting rooms
I remember the face of the nurse who did the ultrasound
And the one who did my second x-ray
I grew up afraid of my own broken body that nobody quite knew how to put back together

Please let me lose that rythem
When things don't rhyme and flow
I am not the tides
Shimmering in and out
I need to know you approve of me
And that I'm doing the right thing
When I step out of my comfort zone
Because here, I don't know the boundaries
That I really would like to comform to.
I know that learning from mistakes is good
But sometimes, with anxiety,
Making mistakes is devastating
So when I ask you to give me a direction,
Do not tell me it is up to me
Because I will cry
Failure is not an option
If we've still got
Death
And taxes
And death doesn't sound too desireable either
You are my mentors
So,
Show me how to *succeed

I love it when he says my name
And not my middle name
I always like my middle name because it was pretty
But he makes my first name sound beautiful

Do you hear that?
It's the sound of thoughts, leaking out of my head.
I want to tell you everything, but I've run out of ink
And time
A single bomb can only do so much damage
I wish you could just see inside my head-
It's never empty,
Almost always filled with you

Let's make a crown out of roses
Let's have a color war and save the tshirts
Let's build a rope swing over the river
Let's build a fort out of blankets and lock ourselves in
Let's get our faces painted
Let me write your name in glitter
Let's make a cake together
Let's walk home together
Let's find each others' faces in the clouds or the night sky
Let's paint pictures of each other
Let's decorate for the holidays and wear coordinating Halloween costumes
Let's be afraid to dress up fancy
Let's get excited over tv shows and movies and comic books
Let's go roller skating together
Let's go to Comic Con and Vidcon
Let's sneak out and have caffeine after four pm
Let's sneak out and pretend that we know what the hell we're doing
Let's be together.

I'm so sick of the crashing cars and the ambulance sirens
God, the traffic light was on fire
God, my heart stopped when the brakes didn't
My body is decaying
With all of who I was on display for somebody else to clean up
God, put me back into time
I don't want to wander back to the intersection
I've sat on the curb for what must have been hours, but only stared at that one second
I'm still dying

God, I regret every day I spent on my couch
I wasted so much time licking my scars and praying for sleep
Wanting to rest because the world was so heavy and I carried my part
I've learned patience since the then, but here we are
You and I
And the stop light, halfway between yellow and red
I didn't understand while my foot was on the acceleration
I didn't understand speeding until I stopped

God, I was running away from everything
I was looking for something beautiful and I found a fuse
It could've been fireworks or a forest fire and I didn't know until I lit the match
Either way, that car is burning
I can feel the heat from the still flames
Smell the hexane leaking out, seeking ignition
But I can't pull the woman from her car
I can't continue her life for her
That's her decision, or God, maybe it's yours
It was my decision to get into the car this morning

God, I didn't choose death
I chose to ride my bike without a helmet
And to swim all alone at night
But I didn't choose to die
I should have paid more attention in driving school,
Or even just the road that day
It has my complete focus now, my unceasing fascination with this one moment
God, please put me back into time
Let me go with her to the hospital
Let me die there, knowing that she lived

I'll bet she was responsible,
Turned in her homework on time and went to bed at ten
I'll bet she looked both ways and couldn't see me coming on too fast
I'll bet she has a little brother waving her off to college in the fall
And her parents are very proud
God, she has a story
As many hours as I do, an entire life I may have just ended in seconds
She built herself, she wants to be something
She is so beautiful right before the airbag goes off
I died before the airbag could go off
God, I will not give up
I won't leave her,
I'll stay right here in case this second finally bleeds into the next one

I turn off all the lights
And lock all the doors
By myself now
It no longer makes me jump
When every footstep in the dark is my own
And I know that
I braid my own hair
And make my own bed
In the blackness
Pierced by hopeful glows
Of charging lights
Or connected to Wi-Fi notifications
I don't want to go to sleep
Because I will wake up soon
Some nights I should wake up screaming
But I know what nightmares feel like

Today,
My nightmares leaked into my daydream
I was so tired,
I don't even know if I was awake
The world was warm and welcoming
Until I could imagine a hand that wasn't there
It isn't real, it isn't real
This is what it's like to want to wake up
When you're not even asleep
Reaching out to something that isn't tangible
Feeling the ghost you saw last night
Nightmares during the day
And when it was finally over,
I sat there,
Terrified to fall asleep again

It quivers out of my system
In tangible shudders
And slamming heartbeats.

Some nights,
I should wake up screaming
But I know what nightmares feel like

When I walk out of my bedroom
And everybody's acting normal,
I have to remember that
They didn't know I was crying

I always play my sad songs first
So I remember that there is an absolute certainty
That someone else feels like I do

I miss the dull numbness
Right before I break down
Where I can't feel anything
At all

I tried sleeping for about five minutes,
But my foot started twitching
And the lights started ganging up on me
And I swear there were spiders crawling up the trees painted on my wall to get to me
I watched the glass melt out of my window and thought,
"I want to be like that."
I want to melt into a world not dictated by fear
I'm afraid of my own skin,
Hoping that clothes will protect one hand from the other
I'm afraid of half-wit memories
Half faded
Half fuzzy
Half real
I really don't remember doing that thing I did in my sleep, but I'm going to pretend to
Sleep seems now so far away
The lights blink when I do and the spiders stop when I open my eyes

I want to breathe again
I want to breathe without gasping
I want to inhale something larger
I want to hold my breath,
Hold on to it

I want to exist only in the purest sense
Breathe only nitrogen gas
Fade into the most obtrusive backgrounds
Hold only the most battle-scarred hands
Touch only saddest faces

I know only the broken
The chaotic and unholy
Defeated, given up
Smashed silently into walls and left on the ground to pray to religions they don't understand

I know only the broken,
The forced,
The many
The similar footsteps,
The same directions
The same people copied onto different faces
"I swear I'm human..."
Please don't run away like that-
- She looked back at me.
"I SWEAR I'm human..."

It's when you reach the bottom of the hill
That you start crying
It's when you reach the top of the hill
That you stop
It is the difference between walkig along the ridge
And sliding down it
It is the cascading ripple pulling you down
That pushes you back up
Because you are down,
Not out
And dented,
Not broken.

1)To my therapist (4 years ago)
When I said, "I don't like my little sister," the proper response was not "That's ok. You have to love her"

2)To my first grade teacher
Thank you for spelling things like colour and favourite with a U. I can't break the habit, and I get made fun of a great deal now.

3)To my student teacher (this year)
You are the first person who changed my life. I still have your notes on my assignment.

4)To the old lady who yells at me for walking my dog down your street
Stop

5)To you
Gosh I love you,
Please come home.

Little girl with the big white dog
Grew up, flew away
Now drifting, unstatic
Maybe time to settle down
Don't forget to plant roots and grow stronger

Some nights I should wake up screaming,
But I remember what nightmares feel like
The shadows on the walls make monsters look bigger
But we can turn on the lights
Four Am is just one hour from five and five is one hour from six and school starts at seven
So it's not much farther

And when I looked up from my homework, you weren't reading on the couch
Not that I expected you to be, I'm just used to you
Day dreaming all the time, you always seem to be around

Now, no one has done the dishes in three days. I
Only use paper plates because I can't be bothered to do the cleaning, and I feel like a
Waste of space and oxygen.

You must have, too
Only I'm still here. Someone has to let the dog out every day. I
Understand why you did it, but I worry that you

Don't understand the damage you've caused. You
Only need pebbles to make tidal waves, and you were much more than a pebble. I remember you
Napping in my car,
'
Trip after trip that we took into the mountains

Have you made the right decision? I'm worried that if you could see me, you'd regret what you've done.
And you've done so much in one small motion. You were
Very broken. I know and I'm sorry. I remember that
Every time I wish you were still here.

Tomorrow, I would go to class without you
Only, they cancelled it. We're all going to the funeral instead

Because of you.
Everything was not lost, but you were

Pretty much all I've done since then is cry
Ever time I think about how you've gone, I
Remember. I remember all of time we spent together and every day that I wish I could repeat. I'm afraid you might be
Forgotten, like a statistic, like dogwood leaves in the rain or cherry blossoms in the summer before the leaves come
Even that guy who sits in the back of our physics class
Came to your funeral
Today, I'm learning to live with your decisions, even if you don't have to anymore.

I'm the kind of odd
That drinks hot chocolate
When it's 90 degrees
And leaves the window open during thunderstorms
Or that does something
That is absolutely impossible
And then does it again
Because I swear I was so close
To getting it right
I keep talking to people,
Even if they've left the room
Sometimes,
I just talk at them
I like to paint my nails
Then paint over that
Then paint over that
I always tiptoe up the stairs
Even when it hurts
I like to waltz around the kitchen
And stare straight up at the sky
I turn off lights in rooms
As I walk out
Even when there are still people in it
I talk to myself while I take tests
And I love taking tests
I talk to myself before school
Loudly
I wear scrunchies on my wrist
Because when I don't
I don't even feel like I exist at all
I just need to be a little odd
Because I have to feel
*something

I wish my lotion had glitter in it
I also wish my head didn't hurt
I had a nightmare that I was back in the hospital the day my insurance company denied my medication
I can't afford it,
So I can't sleep now
But yesterday I dreamed I was back in the hospital like when I was a kid
I was only there a couple of times, for testing and for times I forgot my medication
There was a bit of a learning curve for a seven year old
But I'm moving out next year
I've already learned
I take my vitamins, I go to my doctor visits
I finally got my sports clearances,
But I can't drive a car without my medication
I can't work somedays either
So as I lay here, by myself, I can't help but remember the nurse who gave me a friendship bracelet in the emergency room on Christmas
The saline in my arm was cold, and they stopped giving me blankets because I had a fever
I was twelve years old and it was snowing in Atlanta for the first time in years
I couldn't tell from my windowless room
The nurse put lotion on my hands with glitter in it
I had a fever because I was dehydrated
I was dehydrated because I forgot my medication at home in Pennsylvania.

If this is my last resort, why are you opening so many doors?
Why are you still reaching out to me?

Lost doesn’t even begin to describe it
We’re stuck in a glass maze
Everywhere I look, I can see you,
But all I can touch is cold, and I leave fingerprints behind

You told me to be the storm, forthcoming
Just a warning, I’m coming for you
Because you left without me and you’re so ******* far
Please

You crashed into me in ways I did not give you permission to
Oh, sweet combustion
I am not a mechanic and you did not try to save me

Girl is a catastrophe, but my God is she still kicking
I’ve lost my footing, I still can’t reach your hand

You’ve taught me that I need to love someone enough to forgive them
I need to walk away with a broken heart and not apologize
But I can’t find common ground

Please rope me into the stars you promised
Show me the angels that fell and left you in their wake
Patch my spacesuit before I bleed infinity and really mean it this time

I’m sorry I’m apologizing again, but you deserve it
I wasn’t listening when you told me not to let go of the tether
I was reaching for the atmosphere
I forgot what fresh air tastes like
Please take me home, now.

Things were supposed to be different and that’s an understatement
At first, it was like you were guiding me across the galaxy
All I had was a backpack but you were gonna keep me safe
You held my chin up
You promised

Now,
Now that my heart hurts
Now that I’m tired
I keep forgetting to look up at you
And suddenly, even with your knees resting on my bed you are so far away
I must have been looking down at my feet
And now, you’ve run off

I promise, after this one thing, you can go back to bed