you'll find her writing poems on cemetery flowers, and reading them to ghosts who aren't ready for goodbye

fall in love with a boy
who makes the world spin a little slower,
but still holds onto your hands
as if life were his final dance

maybe yours would be hands that stay
or your eyes, stars that won't burn out
maybe your waves would keep reaching,
instead of relentlessly leaving the shore
but i have said goodbye to parts of myself
and i know they'll never come back
the parts that love
the pieces that trust
they lay here shattered and broken
and i can't let anything close
because i am made entirely of ruins
and i destroy all that i touch

i need to get tangled in you, and forget that there's a world outside our door