Unraveling fate like a sweater is a dangerous thing,
You are the thread and I am a swing.
Constantly back and forth, flying through the air,
Torn up with depression and worried with care.
You're the worst person but in my dreams I kiss your cheek,
Love is for the wild and hate's for the meek.
I'll cut my knees on the street again, your avenue,
"I ******* hate your everything." "Darling, I love you, too."

nineteen
cigarette burns
keep your chin up
because blood is only temporary
skin on skin
what is within
is butterfly wings
and your wings aren't clipped
like a bird's
they flow like poetic words
and f. scott fitzgerald taught me
how to be desperately in love
with what i can't have
or maybe i taught myself
great gatsby only broke
and probably not so great
smile so bright that you blind them
and the ghettos scream with light
because you might not win
but ****, will you learn

My eyes are mirrors with a vein connected straight to my heart
And when I see your soul it reflects back in mine
And breaks my heart all over again
Lover in love with another girl
I want to cry but I keep it crackling inside
I don't want to care but I do
In my closest, hidden caverns I hide a vile idea
Vile for me in the least
That you will come back to me someday
I can't help but love you even when I hate you
Drowning in memories I cannot hold for more than a moment
This is my forever downfall

I love the random little freckles
I find all over your body
like they are little smiles from your soul
and all the places the angels kissed you.
I love how a whisper from you
from over the telephone
can make me shiver
and feel like you're here in bed with me,
nibbling on my ear.
I love your eyes and the way
passion pulses through your blood
and into your pupils,
palpitating my essence.
I love how you don't notice your wings
or your sparkle
or your halo
or your illustrious blooming inner being.

You are my spirituality, and I have seen Heaven.
And It Is You.

Glow
Hold On
Let your rhythm light your world
Thunder clashes
Life smashes
Your happiness crashes
Smoking little ember in the rain
Orange gold
Begging to hold
Onto something a little
Concrete

Yearn
Slow Burn
Kiss the wet pavement dry
Rosy peach
You can't reach
Life feels like a leech
Bright little ember in the rain
Glimmer like hope
Don't worry you'll choke
Just sing out like a fire
In the rain

White wooden frame
on a summer day
and Grandma is giggling
and the world is sitting right
and the axis is like a ballerina
graceful and gloriously smooth
and beautiful.
Your happy tears are a waterfall.
I was crying and praying,
wishing I could just sing
and now I'm smiling in my sleep
because even if things aren't okay
I know they will be;
graceful and gloriously smooth
and beautiful.

If you are down
on yourself
and all you see is flaws
and bad things
and you wonder why you are you
just remember that
all that glitters is not gold
and that stained glass is actually beautiful.