She liked to sit on rooftops
And go on airplanes because
She believed that if you got
As close as you humanly could
To the space surrounding earth
Maybe you could catch
Some of the falling dust that
Makes stars so beautiful.

I am standing on a hill
Where city lights become
Fireflies that lead me home
And stars are night lights for
Those who are afraid of their
Thoughts that only come out
After the sun has set
And I am trying to think of
All the times when
Words didn't work
And all the times
I used pain to remind myself
That I am still alive
And all the times
I let people
Break my heart
Just so I could feel
Something
And I think I have
Kissed more bottles than people
But either way I still end up
Drunk on the idea of love

i have been called
'broken'
so many times
that sometimes i
still find myself
picking up pieces of
who i used to be
off my bedroom
floor

What's more deadly
A gun or a thought?

A gun gives you the opportunity,
But a thought pulls the trigger.

I think the saddest part is that if you were to come back, I'd be with you in a heartbeat. Sure, everyone would understand, but if you came back, my mind would never forgive you for the way my heart shattered.

A cloud rumbles from above,
Rain drips and drops.
Each water molecule falls,
Crashing into rooftops and window panes, slipping through leaves, landing on gravel.

One lands onto an open page of a book, half-read and abandoned.
Ink begins to run, words blend together to form the unspeakable.

I like red roses because
I think they are pretty
Just like every person
On this earth right now
Except me,
And I know I promote self-love
But I have so much self-hate.
Well maybe one day
I will feel beautiful,
But for now I will help you
Instead.

I want all my secrets back.

I lost myself
In my own world
Where my thoughts
Are murdered
With unspoken words
Where there's a war
Going on
Between my body
And my soul
Where I try to
Scream and shout
But there's just no way out.

This is how it will happen
You'll be sitting on a rooftop
With a beautiful boy
And you will feel his eyes
Burn into your skin
And it will feel good.
This is how it will happen
You'll be sitting next to
A beautiful boy
And the whole world will be
Before you
And he will whisper
In your ear
The light of the universe
Is within you
And you will
Believe him.

And in the end, I fear I will be nothing more than a name.

He caresses her palms so often
And kisses her on the forehead
The way she likes since her parents
Never gave her the love she wanted;
It's as if he could erase the scars
That has been permanently carved
Inside of her for so long.
As each kiss lands on her skin
She forgets the the wounds are so deep; his touch is strong but it is tender and with each graze
Her pain starts to wash away.