you were freckled
by the sun and your genes
and every time you looked at me
oh, i felt weak in the knees

and its not like i couldn't see
the flaws in your design
the warning signs
or the gears turning in your mind

but i chose to ignore them
because it might be over now
but i'll always have that summer
settled in your freckled arms

I’m fully digestible.
And the taste of me won’t linger
on your tongue long after I’m gone.
A sweet little tidbit;
a miraculous morsel.
Watch me melt in your hands
and not in your mouth.

I’m sorry I lied about you...
that instead of being honest,
I hid behind grief and shame.
Truth is, I was so excited to meet you
but knew in the end I couldn’t keep you.

So instead, I waited with sterile wallpaper
and on me were cold hands of a stranger
and I said a brief farewell that wasn’t any less painful.

And afterwards, I could’ve sworn I was okay
but the thought of you, I couldn’t escape
and it started to feel like the biggest mistake.

I’m sorry I lied about you...
but I made the hardest decision
I have ever made that day.
The day I lied about my abortion
and claimed it was a miscarriage.

Couldn't miss a rose I never had
Nostalgic for that island on my floor
The smallness that was only ever ours
You burning alive but that warmth was so tender
Tenderness you'll never know the depths of
Fiercely tender
I would devour my own soul to wake up in your arms each morning
But I wake up with the sun
Rushing to keep up with dreams
Sleep is for the sweet

Allow me a second to collect my tears
Couldn't bear to waste a drop
They smell like memories, they smell like you
A room full of vials that I dare not open
Suffocated just by the thought

She tiptoed on ivory
and ebony piano keys
every Sunday as he sat in pews.
And sometimes, heavy-footed,
the sounds rang angry through the crowd
and the empty church halls
as she asked God,
“Why she wasn’t as
worthy as him?”