i always
dream
about
things
that i
want to be,
want to do,
want to say,
but when
i get
the chance
i don't
take it
i get
scared
thinking
what
everyone
else is
going to
think.

i'm sure
that i
could
become
stronger
if i
just wasn't
a coward.

stop
kissing
me in
the corner
of our school
where
no one
can see
us

but maybe
start
being
a friend to
me so
that everyone
knows
that i'm
more than
your toy

stop calling
me when
you're drunk
with your friends
and call me names
"what a ****."

you'd laugh like
you told a joke
but really
you know
you're lying

don't push
me in
the hallways
and act
like it
means
nothing,
like i
mean
nothing

i know
you only
say those
words
and do
those things
to get me
out of your
head

but i hope
you realize
that you're
not the
only
one
who's
afraid

you make
falling in
love seem
holy
so bless
me with
your
curse

pray
for me
a miracle
because when
the sky does fall
the devil will come
back running towards
me with his arms open
hoping for me to reach out
for him and call for him and
love for him but i can't love him,
i can't love someone that evil and
cruel, who laughs as he tortures and
smirks as he breaks your heart yet he
still would rub it in your face as if nothing.
dear angels above, the sky might be falling
but you're falling too, send a miracle and pray
for me as you fall, dear broken one- don't give up
on me now but save me from this devil inside of me.

please
don't be a
afraid
when i
really
tell you
that the
only art
i do,
is red
and golden,
carved deep
inside of me
but not a
blade but
with your
words,
i chant
them to
myself
like a
sick prayer.

you
lift me
up with you
and you take
me to heavens
where no one
has explored

and you show me
the universe
and it's end
oh how much
i'd love to
fly with you
again,

with those
majestic wings
that are
so powerful
that all
the mortals
stop and wonder
what creature
fell to us,
in this hell
down below

and we
all look
up towards the
heavens
and see you,

blocking the sunlight
from us,
giving us shade
from this heat
we thought maybe
you'd watch over us,
cool us down
and guard us

but your
wings are
wings of
the devil.

please be
quiet as
you trace
my skin
because
i'm afraid
it would
wake me up
from this dream,

don't say
a word
when
you smile
at me because
that pretty
little mouth
will ruin
the moment,

don't say
you love me
because
i can't even
love myself
and what
kind of human
am i if i cant?

please don't
leave me
even if i don't
make my mind up
but when i'm
with you even
if i won't say the
words,

i feel them
vibrating
in my bones,
swirling around
my veins in
golden ichor,
filling my
rib cage
with a garden
of hope,
wishing that i
can  nurture it
but my garden
is full of
weeds
and when
i pick up
one it
starts to
double,

i haven't
got a
green thumb
but thank God
you do.