the tears in your eyes weren’t meant for you.
that aching isn’t yours.
give me back the pain that belonged to me,
you weren’t the one I was trying to hurt.

-how you affect others.

So today i feel a lot older.
Not so much wiser but a little bolder
With 8 years between kym and me
In my eyes shes still only 3.

Accident prone and always darling
Beautiful even when sisters are sparing
Wether falling off a trike or up the stairs
Or helping our dad with car repairs.

Beauty and grace is always forefront
Even when we used her for a McDonald's hunt.
So proud of all you have done
And i know i speak for everyone.

Love is something thats not easy to find
But jordan is brave and kind
Some traits that usually dont go side by side.
But its attracted my sister to be his bride

A big day for my littlest sister
I know He will be an amazing mr.
With love and admiration
And knowing theres a strong foundation.

I find myself struggling to let go
But im happy to call you my step bro
Congratulations, and life long blessings
I wish you the best and for once im not messing.

I woke up today at the border of the morning, in that old war bunker, crowded with boxes and medical supplies, missing the asphalt and the tree line
Half dead and unaware, in this undead pharmacy, taking fragments from the shelves
And who's really gonna stop me if there is no one around?
Wasted all of my prayers on all of the obvious things
days spent walking miles to the pawn shop, or the futility of looking for what to take with me

My visions of thin skin are poking at their veins, of which I'm having memories of in unrelenting fashion
and though I'm only 23 my heart feels like a chasm
of mayflower proportion

I think to write you a letter, think fast to find a pencil, but there never is one, so I crumble up the paper
I think to write you a letter, but there never is one
But it'd be cruel not to leave one
So with all the strength I can muster, with the most minimal of treasures that haunt this long abandoned shelter,
I am hardly able to form words, let alone sentences
The crumbled paper giving under my childlike formed fist
And I see my face in Judy Garland's, in the glass, my reflection in a framed picture
my Judy
The last letter
Spilling out from my lips

I am not beautiful yet
I am ugly to the very core
but I will rearrange my bones, if not for this, then for that framed picture
and what it reflected