Let me mend your wounds, my dear,
Let me see your scars.
I’ll brush the dust off of you,
Peer inside and count your stars.
Read me your sins and
Let me hold your tears;
Give me your hand, darling,
Lend to me your fears.
When you kiss me, whisper
Into my mouth your dreams.
Give me a needle and
Let me sew up your broken seams.
I know you’re fractured,
But I am too.
All I ask, my dear,
Is that you let me love you.

Words of wisdom
Battle scars
Finding hope
Watching stars
Warm embraces
Sweat and tears
A beating heart
Conquered fears
Look how much
That I have grown
I’m not afraid
I’m not alone

Broken mirrors
Shattered lives
Words like bullets
Thoughts like knives
Sinister lies
Twisted dreams
No one hears
My muted screams
Sold my soul
Lost my breath
Take my life
Give me death

I am no longer
the hollow of my collarbone
or the skin on my thighs
I am no longer
the frailty of my bones
or the space between my legs
I am the words
that flow from my lips,
and the way they curl and disappear
into the lungs of strangers
like smoke from a cigarette
I am the warmth I feel
when I hold you in my arms
I am the way I sing when
I’m afraid, attempting to find
light in a world full of dark
I am not my body, for it is
just a shell that holds my true
self; I am me,
and I am beautiful.

When my lips are dry and my eyes yearn
For the enticing illusion of sleep,
When thoughts drip from my mind like a leaky faucet
Until I am drowning in my own worries,
When the clock on my wall starts to sound more like
A bomb ticking down to zero—
These are the nights that I long for you.

Will you still love me when my silent tears fall?
When I lie in bed all day, curled up in a ball?

If I cry on your shoulder, how long will you stay?
Will my sorrows and worries just scare you away?

When I wish I were dead, when I can’t stand the pain,
Will you still stand beside me? Will your love still remain?