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pass me in the halls

I still hear your whispers in my room, scriptures on my walls

And the call was tough

But you’re better off

Without me

Without a feeling of drought

I caused all your doubt.

I could’ve loved you.

Two broken bodies wash ashore, the crash in an ocean led by one blue heart, led to your broken one. I was drowning and brought you down with me. Now, we're both face down in salty regret and shattered glass. But it’s okay, as long as we haven’t lost each other.

starry eyes

Starry eyes,

you told me i had them.

you Pointed at the night sky,

then looked at me, as if I couldn’t shatter more.

When I wake, tears in my eyes

I meet you in dreams,

In conversations as warm as our July night skies.

I wake in tears, cold as the shiver from the December air.

Without your body next to mine,

My efforts to stay neutral are forgone.

Sweet sweet boy

You held me so delicately

Like I would break

But you held me so tightly

As if you’d never let me get away

Sweet sweet boy

Mine all mine

I’ll never say goodbye.

use me

i’ll wear lace

unzip my dress

use me

until I'm a breathless mess

I don't care how bad you are

respect me but throw me around

don't worry about taking it too far,

you're addictive, and to you I am bound.

she.

She’s so pretty.She seems sweet, Like rotten cherries.Does she stay quiet when you say something stupid? Does she say I love you after a week of talking? Does she tape up your tapestry and keep dried flowers on her wall? One of the same, one of us gone. For the better, gone you are.

To be loved is to be picked apart and destroyed,

To be devoured and left as a hollow shell,

Completly consumed by that of one you hand your heart over to,

To be loved is to see beauty in the bite from another.

I feel my mother’s love like sand on a beach during a storm.

Overwhelming,

Everywhere and no where at the same time.

Not enough to hold.

But enough to feel the sharp sting of it.

i don’t want to be a mother,

i don’t want to be a wife,

i don’t want to be forgotten,

i don’t need either for my life to be considered a life.

i don’t want to be tolerated,

i don’t want to be over looked,

i don’t want to be hated,

i don’t want my independence to be ambushed.

i am not crazy,

nor an “uptight bitch” ,

just a woman with dreams,

who has been ripped at the seams.

i never try to look past the clouds

i don’t want to see what’s beyond

my eyes will stay level with the blue

i will stay in tune with my inner compass

and hope and hope,

it will know what to do

i will know where to go

whether it’s flying to the sun or the moon

i will know where to be

when it comes time to bloom

when i realize what it all means, why i saw what i had to see

and only then, i will look beyond the clouds

and there she lies

who she will be.

life is beautiful if you look in the crevices, and under the moss covered rocks.

if you pick the spring daisies, and feel your feet in cold ocean water.

i wish you would see the beauty,

see the roses along the vine of thorns.

see it all before you leave.

there is life in living if you keep looking.

you’re always here

and it scares me

not because i hate you or you scare me

it’s that you’re not real.

in your car

speaking of our past

while driving towards our future

windows down, you’re going fast

i smile when you miss the turn

another road with you

i smile

another moment with you.

am i enough to lure him in?

can i be the siren you see as a lost sailor at sea?

i’ll make you need me. i’ll rip your heart out and make you fall apart

i see the shallow sands of a man

and i call his name till he follows in

till he’s far from land, far from his men

and when he sees the monster i am, it’ll be too late, for he knows his inevitable fate.

love is rising

rivers are flowing

sun is setting,

come in to the dark with me.

don’t resist me

feel it all

follow the call

the beats of our hearts

the defeats of our past screaming

but we ignore them

to look ahead

for better days

for better ways to live and love

to find the clouds and rise above.

i know that love exists

because i still have tears that fall for you.

girls will make dying look beautiful

rotting of her corpse will sprout daisies in the spring

die in the blink of an eye, couldn’t have done anything.

goodbye now, rest easy love

i hope your wings take you far, find the clouds, go above.

life is lived to write about then die

to fail then fly and crash and cry.

herbs are grown to be eaten or smoked

i wanna know, what does my writing evoke?

an emotion or two? have i touched your heart or gotten through to you?