be like strawberries
in the middle of july
when they're perfectly
ripe, be sweet to me
i need ectasy when we kiss
i need sugar on my lips
be like strawberries,
please, be sweet to me
every morning i make a smoothie
to taste the summer on my tongue
in the coldest winter months
so i need consistency,
please, be sweet to me

Courage came in sunshowers
She flew me over skyscrapers
And nourished all my gardens
When courage came, so did rain
So I never knew her strength
Hidden under lakes of wonder,
Didn't know I could swim through waves
Courage came in sunshowers
And changed the shape of lands
Courage was strong enough to let go
Of my hand

And I made my first step alone

Keep me where the warmth is,
Guide me toward the sun
Today I felt my soul break free
While the last 6 months'as imprisoned
Walk with me down meadows
Swim with me upstream,
Anywhere the current takes me's where I
Wanna be
I grew sick of climbing mountains designed to sit and pray on,
Grew old with trimming grass meant to hide underdogs from lions,
I'm letting go so take me home,
Where ever the sun is, is where I wanna go

Surrounded by people yet oh, so alone
It took me a month, 12 days and three hours to notice the hole
in my stomach from when you told me I deserved it.
Why is your voice, then, the one thing I wish yelled it?
The sorry sound of apologies I'll never hear,
the ones I make up just to rid of that shatter I feel in my spine everytime
I remember what you said to me April first before the line went dead,
Hell bent on apologies I fabricate and decorate with words my peers love,
to reinstate a relationship I all but deconstructed on my own,
so why am I alone?
Every mistake, I would blame everything you'd take, and I would give more.

I still have a bruise on my knees from the night I hit the floor.
I'd give until I had nothing left,
I have nothing left.

I'm a thief. Good at deceiving,
convincing everyone around who cares
I'm in a good place.
God, am I happy.
Convincing them I'm losing weight by eating clean and not because I lose my ******* appetite every time I remember you never missed me,
I don't sleep.

Why did it take a month to feel this hole consume me?
I'm empty

the birth rate is nearly 3 times that of the death rate
in today's day and age,
I find it amazing that we have
modern medicine
computers with brains
but nobody ever found a way to heal the pain of a
broken heart,
but it's funny,
for every one ending,
there's 3 brand new starts

maybe we don't get our hearts broken,
maybe they're reborn,
into something brand new,
innocent and warm
for every one death,
a new life begins
so what if that was the same
when we feel our world has caved in?

fail to admit
you were getting sick
stains on your teeth
from cherry red lipstick
dirt in your nails
picking up sticks
to build a house from the ground
you buried your past self in
marks on your skin
purple and blue
bleed from within
so you look vibrant in hue
your insides burn
like cherry red lipstick
but don't get the same
looks or snippets
your insides are ugly
no matter their coat
please fix them first
before you start to gloat

I don't have pretty words that bounce eloquently off each other,
nor rhythms that match heartbeats at unimaginable speeds,
I don't turn pain into art because when I hurt I lose my hands,
the same way I lose my head when I fall in love.
Nostalgia hit me like a bus.
I stood silent, aching in the middle of a diner,
remembering the days when I was 16 and came home to you in my bed,
and felt so lucky to spend every dollar I earned
on you.
And now I come back, 4 years later,
still unsure of what to spend my savings on,
still having not moved on too well,
I miss coming home.

Especially to you.

Putting cigarettes in snowbanks, who would have thought something so pure would cause chest pains

Where the **** did you go when I needed you?
I trusted you, opened up and bled in your palms,
we held hands for so long
I forgot what it felt like to
use my own, alone, to sculpt and shape the world around me.
I melted in your arms a few years ago,
I felt sparks.
The red beamed out of my eyes and I felt like a ******* superhero,
but it wasn't anger, never rage, it was something you created,
a passion for another person I can't seem to find anywhere else no matter how hard I look or what color I paint it in.
How could you let that happen? You just sat and watched as I crumbled into uneven pieces all over the sidewalk
for the world to see but just keep passing?
That's the funny thing,
you told me you would leave
and I didn't believe you,
I just kept trying until the day you did
and now I write letters I know you'll never read, love
I get it..




I wouldn't stay with me either.

pretty
*******
sick
how
I
thought
of
you
when
I
thought
I
was
dying
but
you
never
thought
of
me
once
when
you
felt
alive