A cry,
A cry for help I scream at the top of my lungs,
My tears fall,
yet you you decide not to catch them.
The fake love we show to the ones around us,
How powerful and intimidating it is.
It controls our actions and deceives us to feel things that never existed.
That isn’t love.
That is the opposite of love.
That is denial.
Denial of what you deserve.
Oh how stupid they are,
For treating something so angelic so devilish.

i touched your soul
and scribbled my name on it
love, you’ll never get lost again

I don't expect you to understand,

I know you will never understand the

way it felt when you held me.

How it felt like all the pieces of myself were being

held together.

When you let go I shattered into pieces

on the cold floor called loneliness.

Waiting for the broom called society to sweep me up

into the dust pan called expectations and ultimately

chuck me into the waste basket called reality.

I don't expect you to understand why I needed you.

Why it hurt so bad that you didn't need me.

I don't expect you to understand anything that I have gonethrough

they are my struggles and my journeys.

You were just a bump along the way.

A bump that caused my suspension to recoil,

but a bump none the less.

You were my knight in shining armor.

My light at the end of the tunnel

or at least I thought so.

You shimmered like a shooting star.

I wished upon you in the darkest of nights.

When the thoughts clouded my head.

I felt like Dorothy clicking her heals

and getting her wish.

I felt like Cinderella slipping on her glass slipper,

and marrying her true love,

I felt like Snow white being woken

form an eternal sleep with a kiss.

It felt like a fairy tale.

Happily Ever After.

Until one day when I saw the look in your eyes

I knew.

My fairy tale was over.

Dorothy still in Oz.

Cinderella with a broken glass slipper.

Snow White with her heart cut out in a box.

Happily Never After.

I’ve been seeping constellations for you-
For you to see the colors within me
But i can see the milky way on my bathroom sink
And I’m bleeding all over the broken bottles you left last saturday
And on the empty pill bottles I was prescribed to forget you

When you kissed me last you told me I tasted like a stranger
Even though I’ve showed you every galaxy I hide inside me
All my stars and the spaces in between them
You used to tell me you could see the sky in my eyes
But last time I heard you haven’t checked the weather in months

The stars are sleeping in my veins now,
I started saving them from my bedroom floor
But i can still feel you on my fingertips
I still think of you every time I look at the sky

I’ve been kissing strangers to forget the taste of your lips
But i feel you in the back of my throat every time I smile
I feel you in my voice when someone asks me about my plans for the future
Because my entire life I was told one day I will find my better half
And you always told me you were mine
But who are you to tell me I need someone else to feel whole?

days handwritten in blue and white,
nights that smell like a past life,
the moments on which i rely
to glance back when i feel deprived,
and i know to be grateful means to remember
that no matter where i go
days will always have sun
and even if i change, i'll always have me
in the night there will always be moon,
yet no day or night can be complete
because i'll never find another you