if thieves steal
because they want to be chased
then you are the one
with the heart in your hands
and i'm the one
running

the lightning
that struck
my heart
the hail
that crushed
my soul
darling
you are the most
beautiful storm
i have ever seen

so many poems
have started with you
but all have ended
in him

I suppose I am
a midnight sky
as you keep
finding reasons
to be afraid
of the dark

i keep finding myself
stumbling over things
three feet behind me

It's sad.
I'm sad.
That the society I live in
will shove me in a box
That the people of this world
will look at me
and see not the words of my story
but the art on the cover
i'm sorry
If I'm not what you expected
For my voice leaks from the edges
And I color outside the lines
or
should there have been
no lines
to begin with

When butterflies fall in love, do they feel humans in their stomach?