Withhold nothing, but let the droplets drip
And cluster and dry and age.
Speak in reverse so no one understands.
Let the steam build and collect
Until the pistons break
And the whistle resounds
Pierce shrill rising and rising and slowing.
Moving up and up into nothing,
Forgotten. Erased.
An imprint in smoke.

I found someone who isn't just anyone.
I don't know how it happened
or why I was the one who got picked to have him by the stars or god or whoever it is that brings a perfect boy to a suicidal girl
but I found him.
In this messed up place we live in,
he's my savior.
If loving him is a sin,
tell the devil I'm in.
He has pulled me out of a place I thought I was living in forever
and put me in a world much better then the last.
I never believed in love,
but he is my exception.
I found a boy,
but while falling for him
I found myself.