Lets climb the abandoned rooftops of downtown
We’ll bury our nails in between slate sheets
till we reach the peak and look at the city below us
and the stars above
and decide which way to go from here
which way now

I look in the mirror, pleased with my progress
slip a finger down my throat until
I get a pang of fear;
I can't wear sweaters everyday to hide my collarbone,
I can't buy new jeans every week I drop an inch,
and the coverup and blush only do so much
for my sunken cheeks and strained jawline.
What do I do
when I can't hide my secret any longer from you;

I want to take your hands into mine
trace the patterned lines you hide
beneath thick sleeves and torn jeans

I want to take away your pain
brush your hair out of your face
kiss you till they finally fade

I've built my walls out of clay
strong until the hurricane
that rushes through my heart and brain

Those who look to wrists
Know behind every smile
can lie a dark truth

My first love was my favorite,
his hungry eyes would only soften with my smile
and his arms were my haven.
I spent days memorizing his skin
every crevice, every freckle, every scar
his body was my favorite book
and mine was his.
He loved more than I ever could
and I took it for granted
I lost my chance at love
his eyes have now found someone else
his heart no longer in my care
nothing will compare to my first love
until I find my last