It's as if someone
took a knife straight through
my melted butter heart, and
smeared the blood on a piece of toast,

like the feeling of Ice in a bath,
and a foot sticking off the bed,

its as if I was made of paper
and she was the little one who
ripped me to shreds,
i'm in tears but still she can't understand;

that yea, it's not your fault,
but at the same time,
like bugs in
a trap
you have done me no favors
and I am angry,

was my love not enough for you?

i hope he breaks your heart, and
i hope he breaks it good.

The mirror is shattered.
So without any reflection on the misuse of this image,
The shards will be incarnadine.

The bleeding will ne'er end.
It drips drops of thick sick thoughts,
Smothering the scattered shards.

A sight bred for horror.
Speckled endlessly, sorting sorrows
Into uniquely spattered shards.

The fulmination of self-imitation.
No longer are little words taken lightly.
You are now obscure shards.

I, too, once saw clearly.

Because
Smiles are reserved
for days
that are not you
                                                              And
Hence
I will wear
My head
Like leaves on a fence
                                                                           Yet
If your wish
I will close myself
like a poem
unfinished
                                                                                     I
Proclaim myself
The lines unwritten
Thought unwilling
Love unrequited
                                                                                            Bleed
                                                                                                          !

He cries, tells her it's the last time.
Cherry lips and violet eyes,
She lies because she's so broken
She can't remember how it felt to be whole.
A boy too small to fight,
Though that doesn't stop him from trying;
A little girl who will never know that love doesn't include bruises and broken bones.
She could leave,
But she knows he'd find her as he has so many times,
Wandering the highway somewhere between the 5th and 9th time
She ponders whether it hurts worse to live or die.
Her baby in her arms and one trailing behind,
A shotgun aimed between her eyes,
She'll climb inside his old blue pickup truck,
Which is somehow colder than the October night.

She hears the whispers—
Illegal. Dependent. Brainless.
Can they not see their own reflection in her tired eyes
And realize that if the stars aligned differently,
They could have been the one wearing sweaters in the summer
And sunglasses in the grocery store?
As she pushes the shopping cart home,
She says a silent prayer that he'll be gone,
But he never is.
When her nose bleeds on the tile
She no longer cries,
Just syncs the pounding in her head with her heartbeat, screaming,
It's over. It's over. It's over. It's—

In my eyes, you can see
The prettiest girl
Laughing so happily as her dad lifts his whole world
He whispers in her ear, "I won't ever hurt you"
In my eyes, the most beautiful memory I knew

In my eyes, you can see
The most frightened girl
Shaking so violently as her dad harms his whole world
He whispers in her ear, "I didn't mean to hurt you"
In my eyes, the most scariest memory I knew

In my eyes, you can see
The saddest girl
Crying uncontrollably as her dad leaves his whole world
She whispers in his ear, "Now you've hurt me"
In my eyes, the most tragic memory

In my eyes, you can see
The loneliest girl
Breathing so heavily as she harms her own world
She whispers to herself, "I didn't mean to bleed"
In my eyes, the most painful memory

In my eyes, you can't see
The brokenhearted girl
Lying so still as she leaves this cold world
She whispers to herself, "You will stop hurting"
In my eyes, the last memory I knew

Who am I?
I am the girl who screams at the fire
"Come get me! I'm not afraid of you!"
I am the girl who bleeds to feel something
Anything
I am the girl with so many secrets bottled up inside
I am the girl who's heart has been shattered one-too-many times

I am a white horse.

Others don't see what I see
They don't know what I know
They don't feel what I feel
I am the girl that you didn't see...
That you passed in the halls everyday
I am the girl who chases her dreams
I am the girl who's not afraid
Of anything

I am a white horse

I trip, I fall...
I get knocked down
Pushed down
Beaten to the ground...
That makes me who I am today
But who is that?
Not a princess, not afraid
Not a child, I understand
Not a freak, I am my own person

I am a white horse

This morning I bled for you
Then I realized I didn't have to
And I regret the scars on my arm
But I kind of deserve the harm