They say true love never dies.
Oh how they’re wrong because it does.
True love does die.

It happens suddenly.
It happens out of nowhere.
You could be doing anything.
Getting coffee or reading a book.
Petting your cat or going for a run.
You’re going about your business and then you see them.
That one person who made your day light up like the sun does during the first light of the day. They have that twinkle about them like the North Star.
The sweet smell like the salt in ocean water… But your day isn’t any brighter than it was before anymore.
The twinkle is gone and there’s no sweet scent that kisses your nose.
And when they touched you, your insides ignited and set you aflame.
Your blood pumped through your veins and your heartbeat quickened so fast you were sure it would beat right out of your chest.
Their skin was like honeysuckle and their lips tasted like cherries and wine you got drunk on….however, their touch left you chilled.
Your heartbeat slowed and your blood went about its normal business.
Their skin seemed paler than before and their lips tasted like stale beer and toothpaste.
You feel as though you should feel disappointed but you don’t, for you knew this would happen. You hurt for awhile but soon you find someone else who sets you on fire and smells like the beach.
You find someone else who shines like the Big Dipper and your heart beats at a rapid pace that should concern you.
You find someone else who kisses like the smell of spring and feels like untouched snow.
True love does die because if it was true love to begin with, you’d think that it’d be there forever. That it would never leave your side until it *does.

I have always
had pride
in my independence

Always made
my own decisions
made my own friends
done my own work

As all others
I learned this
at a young age;
this self-reliance
of sorts

It is freeing
to have freedom
and relieving
to be relieved
of responsibilities
that are not mine

But it is nice
to think of myself
as small
and dependent
on mommy and daddy
because it was a
simpler
time.

To a child that has been spoon fed ever since young,
Independence would sound foreign.

I endured my most horrific times alone
Apart from the world, dying unknown
I don't need your help, I don't need you here
I fight for myself and that should be clear
But if I say, I need you right now
It means that I want you in my life somehow
You must understand, that is quite rare
And if you leave me, just be aware
That you will have hurt me, and I don't just heal
The pain hits hard and the wounds are surreal
I get too attached and will love you so much
I know I'll feel better just by your touch
Now you are gone and I slammed shut my door
There's no room here for your **** anymore

Anyone who calls it a curse to bruise easily has not felt the way their blood vessels smile and squeal when they jump
like when the keys of a piano can't hold itself up
even though you have the gentlest of fingertips and they make melodies out of the comfort of your pain,
but can't get themselves to speak when you're on to the next one


I won't be in high school forever
one day you will see all parts of me
and it will feel as misplaced as the skin between my teeth
coming out to blanket the pearls beneath my braces

and it will be so hard to wash myself off smelling like your skin the mornings that I want my mother to be the only human in the world that loves me
I have watched things from mosh pits in sketchy clubs
to lesbian body shots at house parties
and can say with my honest eyes that the inside of frames
is the only thing that makes memories in my mind
or a collection of words, but not the kind you say