The sun is bleeding across the clouds
Throwing streaks of red across my fingertips
I'm a thousand miles above you
Coasting on the tails of winds that I only hope
Will return me safely to you

It's the sort of plastic cups and cocktail peanuts evening
That I wish we could share up here
Because my heart's beating to this sunset I'm finally on top of
While somewhere you're thinking of someone

I hope she's me.
Legs crossed and expectations shuffled
In seat 14A of the first flight I've ever taken by myself
Without taking alone

I know she's me.
Because I still feel you clutching me
Even with my nose pressed to the glass
While I wonder what would happen if I jumped
And if when I fell through this ceiling of clouds
It could feel as good as when I fall for you

I fell for you this morning
Not for the first time and never for the last time
When your voice was dry and your mouth was warm

And I'm up here painting the image of what you've done to my heart
Across the cloud in neon reds

There's a horizon to my left
And a sad story writing its conclusion across the sky behind me

Fading into the glow of embers bleeding out of me
Up here
Staining the sky

I fall in love in the summer
When sheets are thin
And breezes are warm

When our curtains are sheer
And the sun sets over thunderclouds
And our feet caress each other at the end of a trodden dock

I fall in love when nights are short
And time moves sweetly thick, and slow
And our breath tastes hard like liquor

I fall in love off of hot asphalt
And exposed souls

Getting high on parking structures
And men’s fingers in my hair

And
I fall apart in the winter
When we’re sheltered
And evenings come too early

When it’s cold outside
So I burry too deep into myself
And lose lovers like keys

To what,
I’m still not sure

I'm stuck inside this love affair
This bed from which people come and go
Writhing, caressing, kissing the cheeks
Of boys who warm my sheets and my heart
Until I let them go

This bed which I have made
And laid in
For longer than I can remember
With the lingering smell of adolescence
And the static cling of selves I sacrificed

I stay here as I pass them along
Over my body and onto the world outside
Infidelity to the person I should have been
Who I have trapped inside my death bed
Adorned with the flowers of lovers
And l have let her slowly die

her world was shattered long before she had the slightest chance to experience the harshness of it.

im pretty sure there are people who get better, who make it through.
and although some people recover parents divorcing and loneliness and being practically raised by themselves, some others turn into drugs and become cheaters and they should have the concern of someone. i mean, who pays attention to these forgotten souls? who will help them become who they were born to be and not a weak copy of their flawed parents?

i'm not bluffing, people do get better and i know at the moment it may seem as the hardest thing you'll ever experience.
baby i know you think you need those boys but you don't, you need the beach and fresh air, and a hot bath when things seem to heavy for your fragile shoulders to handle, you'll need friends who get you ice-cream after rough break-ups, skateboards and probably a shot or two, and fresh air when the air gets so thick your lungs finally begin to charge all those empty cigarette boxes hidden under your bed.

and you will get better, you will overcome it and you'll thank god or better yet you will thank yourself for holding onto to that ray of sunshine, for staying away from the shadows and the chaos, for keeping those dark thoughts that used to haunt you at night in a corner of your mind you no longer have the need to visit.
remember, i love you

I've always wanted to become a writer. I've known it all along.
Ever since I started making scenarios in my head about possible outcomes, and whenever I acted a bit too dramatic. Everytime I fell to deep over a guy.
I thank everyone who has ever made me feel like killing myself. Thank you to everyone who has made me shed tears until I fell asleep. Thanks for the scars in my heart, in my arms that will probably never heal properly.
I thank you because I made it.
I'm becoming the person I had to become.
I wouldn't have done it without you.

My thoughts woke me up in the middle of the night, it's getting harder to breathe without you by my side. My mind is clouded by your absence. I'm living underwater. Every breath mixed with water.

Because it feels so much like falling,
Into love.
Being in love is scary,
So much like falling a frightening descent into beautiful
Madness.
Yes... You
I'm falling into and I dont dare to stop
The fall,
Cause I need it for so much.

I have a dod named slim
A friendly frog in my yard
A bird that sings
And a yellow swing

My bushes are shrubs
All my trees are dead
I have a rickedy house
With a flower bed

My clothes are rags
My shoes there's none
But I do own a gun
Under a moon lit sun

I don't own a car
I walk to nowhere
All I do is make whiskey
And frolic for fun

My money comes from corn
I make things from copper
I hide in the woods
From those ***** old copers

maybe
i've been swallowing words for so long
that i have lost the ability to complete sentences-
i can no longer spit them out and expect something great.

maybe
i've pushed myself around so much
and criticized every thought,
that i can no longer be satisfied with a single breath of mine.

maybe
i'm not who i thought i was
but i don't have a person in mind to be
so i isolate and damage myself in hopes of finding something,
anything.

maybe
i can change.
people say a new year is everything
but is it enough to change me
if i don't know what to change?

my head is heavy from trying to turn around and fix everything
my arms are heavy from trying to carry too many people
my feet are heavy from trying to stand my ground
and my heart is heavy from trying to help you