I am tired
of being sick and tired
but I will accept
one last stretch of being
sick and tired
if it means I finally get to rest

I never thought these words
would ever leave my lips
but I long for the day
when I can finally spill
the entirety of my heart and
my soul onto the floor in front of me
until it soaks through my shoes,
stains the floorboards,
and leaks into the cracks of
someone else’s ceiling
I want these confessions to forever
be engrained in this home and this hell,
and in the people who chose to bleach over my ruins instead of taking care of a mess
they helped create a long time ago

You can either choose to be ashamed of me,
or be glad you at least got the chance to meet me.

You ask me what I dream about at night
and all I say is that I do not remember
Because the things that appear to me
in my sleep
are better left at rest,
even if I will be seeing them again tonight.

Is the sky really the limit
or did I just lose too many feathers
before I could manage to get off the ground?

I’ve left myself with two options,
both offering a way out for me
The only difference being
who I hurt in the process

Believe me when I tell you
that my eyes are full of stars
shining only for you
My lips shoot lightning
wherever you can be found  
I have a heart of rolling thunder
and a soul so big it swallows the moon,
But why is it that when you look at me,
you can only see the storm,
the gloom