i am the moon but less beautiful
simply mirroring what is thrown my way

i am the moon
only a part of me is available for your eyes
the cold, shrouded depths of me are hidden away from you

you love the moon
because you love the scant silvery light
and not the bite that life has taken out of me
leaving me as a lonely crescent

the One thing i like about feeling down
is how the feelings in my chest
rip open the phosphorus coat on my
match of a heart
letting everything out with the beautiful destruction and chaos that comes with fire.

fire. fire. flames and fire. how magnificent a sight it is to see myself blow up into tiny shards of lava rock.

a cactus and a boat
were millions of miles apart
when the boat suddenly smelled the danger and went all those miles to see the little cactus

the cactus had grown up hating affection
rejecting every single touch
and the boat was determined to change this

so the stupid stupid stupid boat went onto the land
and somehow got all the way to that cactus plant
and when it got there it expected a hug and all it got
was ****** arms and a broken heart

i HATE IT when songs talk about your eyes being stars
and how spending time with you feels like a dream
and the feeling of butterflies in my stomach when i'm with you
because that's NOT IT AT ALL!

your eyes are the color of
leather and wood and soy sauce
and they're not remarkable but
i could stare into them all day anyway

my days spent with you are an utter nightmare
i can't reach for your hand without feeling like
my heart is literally going to stop beating
and the moment when you smile at me
it feels like i'm falling three-hundred feet downward
with nothing to soften the blow

i don't GET butterflies in my stomach when i'm with you
i get wasps stinging my insides!
don't you understand?
you crush me in impossible ways
but i guess i'm okay with
becoming half my size

no. 1: nothing is ever elemental
it's never only this or only that
which is probably why we overuse the word
B I T T E R S W E E T

no. 2: it's better to tell someone you love them than to not
at least if you die now,
you won't regret leaving those words on the edge of the table
a glass of milk unspilled

no. 3: this world is too beautiful to explore alone
that's why i go to the movies with my friends
and lay in the grass with my sister,
counting clouds and singing songs from the '00s