It's 2am and we walk apon the sand
Taking comfort in the darkness, seashells collected in my hand
I hear in my right ear the ocean in my other ear the city cry
I look up at the shimmering stars suffocating the night sky
I scribbled my name in the sand, marking where I'd been
The sea will wash it away come morn my name never to be seen
Gazing into the distance I see the city lights all a glow
Twinkling artificial stars, there own unique beauty they do not know.

Frosty Ghosts Escape My Throat,
Showing Themselves In The Damp Winter Air,
The Mist Sheilding My Eyes,
As Rusty Hinges Squeal--Brutally Forced Open,
Fingers Pawed In Soft Plush-Green Irises Plead,
Begging To The Three Remaining Stars To Change,
A Thin Layer Of Snow Coats The Dormant Grass,
A Soul Tries To Mimic The Effects,
Of Animated Slumber,
The Frosty Ghosts Swim In The Icy Air,
Dissolving In The Frigid Turquoise  Sky,
Artifical Lights Blinding In The Refreshing Black,
Of The Dawning World,
Creatures Stur--Their Viewing Session Over,
Ghosts Swirls Around My Head,
A Stream Of Unspoken Words,
Entwined In Refuge

The flame in your hand yet it didn't scar?
Big mistake was that you never noticed it burning a hole in you.

You thought you had power over me but from the truth you were very far.
You sat so tall  I couldn't tell you that you never owned me, how were you suppose to get a clue.

But as time ticked on the flame it grew to par,
with every demining word you spoke to me my anger grew too.

I felt a faint sense of the electricity from my brain connect to my body. Its been over a week and I finally forgot that I had a heart. I left it on a dark road within a two mile walk through the doldrum's fierce winds and stinging rain. I wish you could've seen the sky tonight. I have the most contradictory love for the winter. I hate the cold, but it clears the shaded sky leaving nothing but small traces of artifical clouds, and tonight I saw the stars breathe again. The first day I saw my most familiar friends since the time I laid on your car in the summer. I asked these stars of mine if they thought you knew that I think they're beautiful because you're beautiful. I wondered if you knew that they only stay here because they know you're beautiful too. Even if you don't know, the stars do, and so do I. I imagined today how difficult it must be to be you. Never having the privilege of having a different set of eyes to witness what I see in you, and never having the privilege of falling in love with you. You'll never know what it's like to have your soul ripped from your body by a pair of lips and eyes and your touch. Your touch. Your touch. Your touch... Maybe to you, I'm obsessed with your touch, but you breathe because it keeps you alive and I crave your everything because you make me feel alive. I love you. I have always loved you. And today, just like everyday, I fell in love with you again, and today just like the first day, all it took was your name.

There was a time before the claws of insecurity
and self-hatred sank its talons into my skin
It was sunshine, warm hugs and the sound of stories being read aloud
I never wondered about my looks
It never mattered
There was never an inkling that my worth was measured in beauty

Girls and women starve themselves to fit the moulds of artifical female bodies
as if it is them and their bodies that are wrong and misfigured.
When in actuality, it is the toxic ideals of our global society that are aberrant and rotten to the core.

how are they to save themselves from the demons of their own mind
*how are you going to save us from them when you were the ones who put them there?