It's not supposed to happen like this
I heard it was a lie that if a dime hit you in the right place,
You'll eventually die

And I heard that loving bad boys,
Boys with an edge

would make you a criminal,
A bad habit
A low life desperate

But I erase all of those contagious thoughts to the side when his eyes meet mine He stares a little longer and it becomes a little odder, and I don't know why I like that. But I do

If you think he's a "bad" boy, you shouldn't rule him out. You don't need to follow in his steps, just to love him to death

deforestation; what is now occurring in the habitat I call home. Does my body dislike me? Does it have its secrets and tells the world. I want to be the penny that drops in the middle of a deadly quiet class. I want to be the  rat, who is so awfully hated, that they have now made traps. I want myself to pay attention to me. I think that is something in which we all believe. My friends are the world, along with me and my beautiful family. Sometimes I don't feel the support but I suppose I'm not made of spaghetti. Plastered in some kids bowl, tangling me up like he knows what he likes and being so helpless...but I'm so happy I have support.

and my head surrenders

take my knife
that I so willingly abandon

take my armor
that I misuse;
never for protection

attempt layered on attempts
to steal my most prized possession..

but I may be standing in a battlefield
with my hands across my chest

It's not my life that is this see saw of emotional imbalance-
it's my day, maybe even tomorrow

but not forever

A vastness of space to breathe beautiful words of love
I synthesize still with the  moon
How far away I look;
because I am

How tender and poetic, leaving footprints
I have been claimed by this world as fodder
I've been disowned by her
she doesn't want me as her daughter

Until I stop searching for myself standing in a spacious pasture
letting myself wander without a care taker

have you ever welcomed danger and hurt and it infested inside of your open sores and migrated every month with a new crew of thoughts who didn't love you. allowed with open arms worries, you raised them with hope and aspiration that their future would be engaging and beautiful and as wonderful as every last wish of a newly wed's mother.

No, I haven't either.

healthy minds must go through tragedy too-
it's not that whatever we do,

we set fire to what becomes loose,
we get through it

we know it must happen to feel happy

can you just simply forget
How to do the things that made you live
you let all fall that are gifted in grace, let them hesitate with an insecure skip
dismay catapults while grey shadows
your previously bubbling take