girls like me, we can't make ourselves stay.
i wish i could, i do.
i can't shake the itchy-skin feeling of being here
and i can't help but want to get away.

we have fickle and jealous hearts, girls like me.
we can't trust ourselves to be loved
because we love so changeably.
we're difficult, girls like me.
difficult to love, difficult to fall out of love with.

we're born with anger.
we have all the ghosts and the wisdom our hearts can hold.
i am difficult to please and it's no one's fault but my own
and i get tired of people and i get tired of places
and no matter where i am i always want to leave.

i don't choose to be as restless and as jealous and as jittery as i am,
and i don't choose to feel so old some of the time
and i don't choose to be so guarded, so hypocritical, so abrasive.

girls like me, we are beautiful and strong and ages old -
it has been since the beginning and it will be till the end,
spirits like ours.
we are breakable and irrepressible
afraid and invincible
and we are made to survive things and to know things
and we are made for the wildest of laughter
and we are made for the too-big types of sadness
and we are something to see.

Grab my hand
Go on take it
Let me take you away from this place
Step away from the edge
Together we can dance under the moon
Dancing in the moonlight
Might take your mind off things
Relieve your teary eyes
Please come with me
And let's go dancing
The way old couples do
Just with a bit more romance
Take my hand
Grab it and never let go
Dance with me in the moonlight
I love you

I met a man who had his hand held out
Needs a fix or  a beer no doubt
But who am I to try and figure out

The trouble he is passing through

I try to look down deep inside his soul
It's deep down inside mine I don't want to know
I might find dirt beneath my crown of gold

Then I will know the truth

That we are all one and the same

I want to walk on
runways but I can't
get past that spot
on my thighs
where they touch
and the crease in
my stomach keeps
me up at night
wondering if I
should have eaten
that should have
thrown it up
should have taken
another diet pill.
Probably not
probably
probably.

amber jeweled room
mountain mist of curtain lifts
sunlight drinks the day

In the halls of my first school
I passed bulletin boards
trapped in locked glass cases.
They reflected my bony shoulders
and awkward overbite.

I passed those mirrors every day
to judge the way I walked
and carried my books
about Heaven and Hell.

I wondered how to make myself perfect:
Maybe if I changed, they would have stayed.

I wish that for just
            one second
I could show you my love for you
How when you first open your eyes in the morning,
I feel as though I just plunged into an ice cold river
and when your mouth curves to smile,
candles are lit in the darkest spots of my mind
and when you drag a single finger across my back,
every tiny hair on my body stands straight as a soldier
and when I hear you say my name,
It's like a chorus of angels singing hallelujah
You almost make me believe in God
because someone as perfect as you had to be created, and not an act of science.