The lark sings a pretty song
I lived to hear it
And I am grateful always

For such a little blessing
That I have only scratched the surface of this world
And already feel so overwhelmed

Sometimes i think
if the sun will ever shine the same
knowing it will never land on your face again.

I put your tiny shoes back in the closet
never cleaning off the dirt
that contained all your laughs.

Happy souls
so happy to leap into earth
what happened between then and now?
that made your frown so deeply carved into your skin?

Well i hope you are better now
happy soul
i hope you are better now.

i still miss the way you hum when you brush your hair
the little furrowed brow you do when washing the dishes

you should've seen your mother's face
so empty that it would break your heart too.

i shouldve known something was wrong
when you said goodbye instead of goodnight.

xbox: last signed in, 6 years ago.

You said you were made of the ocean
that salt water ran in your blood

thats why when we said goodbye
your lips tasted so salty.

its  wonderful how
i let you sew yourself onto me
only to pull away my flesh when you want to run.

you have so many fun options
but i only have you
how unhealthy, isn't it?

so when you slice me open again
i run to my poor poetry site
to spill out words i don't even consider poetic anymore

words that my poor readers have to take in
when they should have engulfed you.

he sounded so annoyed
i thought that bitter tone could never come from his lips
but it did--a small reminder of my childhood

like that
i felt my skin flaking off
layer by layer
and i lay here bare
with no courage to stand again.

what did my therapist said?
not to be so sensitive?
the moon laughs tonight
at useless tears wasted again
me hurting my own poor heart.