darling, if you knew
how i shape the sea for you
and my mind is infected
with thoughts of depth so great
i'm diving and never coming back
you make me mad
oh, if you knew
how i'm addicted to you
and the thought of my tenderness
whenever you invade my head
you're this odd sickness
because you only make me feel ill
when you leave

you are not your grades or your scars
your height or your weight
you are not your face or the color of your hair

you are the person you define yourself to be
you are who you want to be
you are not the opinion of the people around you

you are your soul
be it old or young
you have lived many lives
and this is just the beginning

I wish my weight would just walk away
as easily as you did
I wish my scars would heal as fast
as easily as you got over me
I wish my heart didn't ache
as much as my head does

You fell in love with me.

I just hope you jumped.
Not slipped.

he wasn’t in love with me.
he just wanted a broken toy to fix.
— the truth

Poets show their naked pain

And this, I think
Pouring yourself onto pages
Is the greatest art of all

I loved him and he loved poetry
he loved me and I loved the rosary
around his razor-nicked throat, I lit a candle for him
below the window, and I let him in
just as god told me not to, I let him in
through frosted windows and blood pacts
he found sick ways to keep my heart intact
guns and langer's lines, his lips and poisoned wines
he slid his hand into my pocket and took the church key
wrote about a girl with blue eyes and told me it was me -
and that night I had dream that he let me die
he let me die, just as god had told him not to, he let me die.

Now we're just
Friends in passing

You'd say "hi"
And I'd say "hello"

That's it

No more
Midnight conversations
No more
Inside jokes
No more
Secret knowing glances
No more
Heartfelt confessions
No more
Tender moments

No more
Us
Best friends

Now we're just
Strangers
Who once held each other's hearts
In their palms