They warned me about crossing streets.
I was taught to look both ways.
To make sure there was no oncoming traffic so I would not get hit by a car because they did not want to see me hurt.
But they never warned me about boys with sweet words and soft hands. They never warned me that words as delicate as feathers that tickle me in the moment can feel like knives later. They never warned me that the oils seeping through the pores on his hands would burn like acid when I think of him at 2 in the morning.
They taught us to look both ways before crossing the street incase a car came out of nowhere, they never taught us to look both ways when it came to boys.
You came out of nowhere and I didn't think to look both ways.
I didn't even think "could this go good or bad?" I just stepped forward and oh boy you left your mark on me.
It was a hit and run.
You came from a blind spot, I never saw you coming, you never even checked to see if I was okay you just sped off.
Some nights I can still hear your voice calling my name, and sometimes I swear I can feel your bumper against my skin.

The night you zipped the moon open
All you felt was the silver wind sharp on
Your face and a hand around your left
Ankle to hold you in place from running again
Two weeks and a couple of swallowed rocks
Later you're telling lies soaked in dim
Constellations that bleed the sun and
You know I can tell.
The ways you begged your hands to let up the
Grip of danger is still not replaced by caution but
The road is not as purple and gold and this lets
The waves breathe a little easier at night
Colour your skin in stories that sound like
Orange nights and metallic spray paint
So that the clouds in your stomach will be
Able to guide the rough waters close to
Home but nothing about you is home
And nothing about me belongs to one

Should I be prepackaged in rolls of bubble wrap
Placed nicely in a box labeled FRAGILE
wrapped in layers of caution tape?
Should I come with an instruction manuals and tagged "HANDLE WITH CAUTION"
To others I'm easily broken
But to me I'm incredibly durable
Maybe the only sign I should have is
WORK IN PROGRESS

Devil, is waiting for you
To make mistakes, you never wanted to
Devil, is searching for you
To tame, the monster inside you

Devil, is happy for you
When, **** word becomes friendly
Devil, is worried for you
When, love comes near you

Devil, keeps waiting for you
So you can, admire jealousy and feel agony
Devil, will always linger near you
Because, he's you