She's like a flame
And you hate the break of spring
It becomes apparent to you in the morning
After the sun grazes your cheeks
And you spot a dandelion in the field
But you hate it
Not for it's beauty, but for the way it makes you feel
It reminds you that you have to start over
And that each day is a new chance
But you hate that
Because yesterday her perfume was inside your lungs
And her cheeks were pressed against your chest
Her chapped lips were the only connection to had to the ground
But then she was gone like a candle had been blown out
Because she was a flame
But winter was over and she no longer needed to keep you warm

I've got scratches on my knees
From the pressure Ive received
My heart beat quicked for a moment
As the pain was placed upon me
I can deny it all I want
But the scars on my shoulders
Match the edges of your words
So then I'm alone with them
And nobody answers the phone anymore
When you're sick you fade quick into nothing
My heart is a target
Each beat shot at like an animal
When something is dying you love it
Then why don't you love me now?
My sadness repels you like poisonous thorns
Each one more toxic then the one before
Who are you to me if not a hunter?
Can't you see me scream when you fire?
Tomorrow will be another sun and another set
I believe in it I do
That you can see my horizon
The way you see a god
Wait if I set the world down?
Would the pressure I feel dismount
Would it soften the blow of each bullet you shoot?
I can't run because I'm stuck
Always leaving, ways running away
But not I
Because I've got scratches on my knees from the world which I hold
But you still use me for target

Nobody's gonna love you at three a.m.
Because nobody's gonna be around
Nothing but shadows can hug you
It's cold that early in the morning
And people are sleeping
And when it hits 3:01 don't get excited
Nobody is gonna love you then either
You have to love yourself
Or every other time of day is pointless
It's cold
So nobody's gonna love you until you do it first

It's loves color
it's the shade of her cheeks when she falls
not to the ground but in love
when she opens the door
he hands her a dozen roses
it's the wine she drinks
the wine she spills
it's the stain on his white shirt
it's the shade that blinds him with rage
it's loves color
it's her lipstick on date night
the night she cried harder than ever before
it's the pattern on her cheek
it matches the blood on his knuckles
it's the sweater she uses to hide
it looks like the heart she uses to live
it's loves color
she never knew sparks were that shade
it's the remains left on the bullet
it's the color of sirens, of help
it's what her skin is painted in
when she wakes confused she sees it
roses by her bedside, she cries
it was loves color

My town looks best in the fall
Not the late fall, early
Because that's when the leaves change
When the colors of fire litter the ground
Because flames can only bring sorrow
And summer ends with the death of each leaf
Each small orange or red tinted piece of nature
Hanging from branches by a thread or scattered on the grass
Awaiting to be used as the subject of a girls Instagram picture
#ilovefall
And in the morning your bones chill like ice
So you put on two sweaters
But by 12:00 you wish you werent wearing anything
You and your family hold hands and give thanks
While the Turkey sits on the table
no longer able to gobble
But you eat him anyways because it's tradition
At night there are ghosts on the street
Sometimes even vampires
They run from house to house
Robbing them of weapons designed to cause cavities
Kids these days !
what are we gonna do
Yet despite all of the bad there is all of the beauty
And that's why the fall makes me regret
How much I hate living here

I don't remember what to call the devil
Since he moves like a tornado
And smiles as if he knows all
While his eyes tell a saddened tale
And I forget that he's the one in the wrong

I don't remember what to say to him
When he dances as if he created the movement himself
And he laughs like the world is ending
But he never offers his arm to me
And my heart beats in upset though I know it's insane

I'm not sure how can I know who to trust
When he offers me forever to be near him
And everyone else pales in comparison
But I know that he speaks a trick
Because the fingers behind his back are crossed

I don't know what to call the devil
Because I love the devil
But he'll never love me

So there's this road
It's blindingly dark
With a wide edge but
A small middle
It has mountainous bumps
The size of ant hills
And it promises to lead me back to you

Just like all of the other roads
All of the short ones
Piled high with dirt
And the looping ones
In a straight line
That lead to nowhere
That's what they all have in common

They all bring me to loneliness
And nothingness
But they all start out with a promise
Because you see there's this road
And at the end I should see you
But all I see is destruction