In a world full of
                                                                ­                l
                                               ­                            y
                                                               ­       i
                                                        ­                 n
                                                               ­                g

                  I am growing increasingly fond of
                                                              ­                  b
                                             ­                              l
                                                               ­      u
                                                               ­ n
                                                           t
                                                      n
       ­                                           e
                    ­                         s
                                         s
                                      .

I can no more weave words
than an arthritic spider.

All I do is open my fingertips
and let loose the emotions too powerful
to let out of my mouth
in hopes that they aren't sullied by the printed letter.

How is this silver?

I do wish someone would tell me
what effect,
to what extent,
my words
can inspire
love

and oh, if only that love
were in the eyes
of the muse

Speak to me, someone.

Because God knows she won't

And even if she did

They wouldn't be the words

I want to hear

Just because these letters are the only way for me to express myself at the moment
doesn't mean that my
lips couldn't do
just as much
justice

There was a young person of Ayr,
Whose head was remarkably square:
On the top, in fine weather,
She wore a gold feather;
Which dazzled the people of Ayr.

I met a genius on the train
today
about 6 years old,
he sat beside me
and as the train
ran down along the coast
we came to the ocean
and then he looked at me
and said,
it's not pretty.

it was the first time I'd
realized
that.

i know there have been moments where you pulled yourself down the stairs just to collapse onto the kitchen floor
i know there have been moments where you repeated,
"i will most certainly not make it out of this alive"
and you wake up the next morning and make it an inch further
my dear dramatic girl
there is no fault in loving with all of your heart
you will grow up and know what each word he presses to your chest means
you will have an Oxfords Dictionary for every time he tells you he was just out late
but if you keep putting pieces of you into everyone who runs their finger over your lips
or tells you "forever" as if it hasn't already lost its meaning
you will lose yourself
do not let the world desensitize you to its contents
theres nothing more tragic than watching a romantic become a cynic
you are full of a quality you cannot let every boy that stops loving you when it's convenient take from you
you are truthful and forgiving
you are trusting
and whats left of your heart is safety-pinned onto your sleeve
your heart belongs to you alone and i know its been a while since you heard this, but
you are full without people miles away telling you that they think you'd look pretty without your clothes on
dust it off,
lie on the kitchen floor and remember what it felt like when you said
"i will most certainly not make it out of this alive"
for when you wake up one morning and forget how it sounds
to be despondent in love
do not let the world take you and spread you over people who push you to fill pieces of them they have lost in others
you are prevailing every time you whisper
"i love you, too"

sometimes I wish I could draw back the shades
on my life and let in some sun

Pulling you in
can't be any harder

what is it I can do
to mend the stitches
that are deteriorating within your heart

that beautiful heart, the only one
I will ever want
At least, I think so

I'm not kidding myself
I've wanted you forever, it seems

Will you open up to me?
I'm not going to play games

I'm not going to coyly text back half an hour after you contact me
I won't participate in bashing exes
And I won't wreak revenge on anyone who has ever hurt you

We are starting clean
and with that, there's hope

for you, that your heart can be mended and loved the way it truly deserves- would that I can do it justice

and for me.

That I can finally, for once, get what I want

*I'll come around
If you ever want to be in love
I'm not waiting
But I'm willing if you call me up