My mother thinks she knows me, she thinks she knows my favorite color, she thinks she knows my favorite chip, she thinks she knows me. The saddest part is, she doesn't know my scars, my tears, my personality, my heart. I try to show some of myself but she just shuts me down. I try to show my heart but she just crushes it. I try to show my real self but she just throws it away. So, if I tell you one day that you don't know me, I know I am right.

that girl will turn you into poetry
she will write about the way your starry eyes shine so brightly
when talking of the things you're passionate about
she will write about falling in love with a mind more potent than
any drug and laugh like wind-chimes
she will write about the way your voice sounds at 3am, the way your
eyes crinkle when you smile, and the way you look at her when you say "i love you"
that girl will turn you into poetry
she will catch every little thing you do
every tilt of your head, every fidget with the sheets, every nervous laugh, and every shy smile
she'll analyze the meaning behind them and put them on paper because she's fallen in love with the things you didn't even realize you were doing
that girl will turn you into poetry
she will memories the feel of your hand in hers, the shape of your mouth, and the sound of your heart thumping as she lies on your chest
that girl will love you like a poet
so be gentle, for many poets die of a broken heart

Inhale you in my lungs
Inject you in my veins
Memories of you still stuck in my brain
Connected as one
Soon to come undone
You were not the one

i remember one day i went to the eye doctor to figure out what was wrong with my eyes. my eyelids would get a huge ball on top of them and it always made me insecure because it would make me feel ugly. the doctor looked into my eyes and said, "you have very beautiful eyes. you have the eyes of a dreamer." and that stuck with me for so long. my eyes eventually healed, and my eyes became my favorite feature. my eyes look so beautiful when the sun hits them. they're a pure brown color, so smooth you would believe that they came from a painting. and my eyes are just as beautiful when im about to doze off. i dont know how to explain it, but when you look into my eyes, you can hear a voice telling you "im soft and innocent, and i would never hurt you in any way," which is true. i would never hurt anyone. i always make sure people are happy being around me. although my face may not be the prettiest, i know by having people look into my eyes they can see how beautiful my soul is.

My favorite color is blue.
It was blue before I met you.
And unsurprisingly,
Even after you're gone.
I like blue in general.
I like faded blue jeans
And the bright blue of a butterfly's wings.
I like blue as lipstick.
And even as a food.
Blue is my favorite color
No matter the shade.
But my favorite shade of blue
Isn't the deep blue of the ocean,
Nor is it the pale blue of the sky.
It isn't even the shade of your eyes,
Which is somewhere in between.
No my favorite shade of blue
Would be that
Of forget-me-nots.

if i don’t think about it,
did it happen?
if i don’t mention it,
is it real?
if i shut it out,
does it still live?

ruby.
you make me smile when i'm down.
you read me.
if you feel down and i am there.
you are always there for me.
forever you will be.
forget me not.
dont sway.
keep with me.
always be by my side.
if you move across the field will follow.
i want you to know. that i am sticky like glue and will always be like that.
please dont let me down.
forevermore x