Someone save me from
Falling into the rhythm
Because surely
I will lose myself in it

She tried so hard for everyone to like her that she became a mosaic with no glue to hold the pieces together. The glue was missing like the person she was when she woke up in the morning with no makeup on, nobody to put on a show for. She became a string of personalities and emotions. She lived her life waiting for that string to snap.She was a girl who never stopped playing make-believe; it became her life.
She was the desperate gasps of air in between sinking back down under the water. Shattered glass composed her mind, but those on the outside saw no cracks. She was a collar buttoned too right allowing for the slightest suffocation. She was a trigger to the head, a button labeled 'self-detonation'.
She was a daughter, was a friend, was a girl who once was little.
She was a girl now too far gone; she lost the drive inside her head that told her why her heart kept beating.

I love to read
books, ordinarily  
people, uniquely
you, especially

I love to watch
romantic comedies
and you
the way you smile and scowl, when you think no one is watching you read your favorite book

I love to listen
to music that makes no sense on the surface
and to you
the laugh you let loose when you beat me in Mario Cart for the tenth time, too late at night

I love to feel
my favorite blanket, clean and fresh out of the dryer
and you
your body pressed up against mine warm and strong, as we hide from the thunderstorm outside

I love to love
the simplest parts of my happy life
and you
because you are the happiness in my life
and without you
my happy life would not be

One fine day in the middle of the night
Two dead boys got up to fight
Back to back they faced each other
Drew their swords and shot each other
One was blind and the other couldn't see
So they chose a dummy for a referee
A blind man went to see fair play
A dumb man went to shout "hooray!"
A paralysed donkey passing by,
Kicked the blind man in the eye ,
Knocked him through a nine inch wall,
Into a dry ditch and drowned them all,
A deaf policeman heard the noise,
And came to arrest the two dead boys,
If you don't believe this story's true,
Ask the blind man, he saw it too!

He asked me
my favorite flower
and I said I don’t have one
because I didn’t want him
to buy me flowers.

Not just him,
I don’t want anyone
to buy me flowers.

I want someone
to plant flowers
within me,
water them,
stay to watch
them grow
outside of me
and never die.

Yet, he’ll never get it.
That’s probably why
he bought me flowers
that I watched die
sitting on my desk.
And I didn’t even
press the petals.

I stopped doing
my favorite things
because I was
sick of doing them
alone.