You are not perfect, darling.
Far from it, actually.
Your aura is lined with jagged edges.

I know it.
You know it.
God knows it.

But that is what makes us so extraordinary.
Your jagged edges expertly fill my empty spaces.

No one is formulated quite like you.
Never has there been.
Never will there be.

You are you, made imperfectly just for me.

I know it.
You know it.
God knows it.

We are all just hungry children of the sun and moon
Running around on a rock in the middle of infinity
Crying out our souls to the world
Begging to be heard
Begging to be told what to do
We are angry, and joyful and irrational
We are full of nature and fire
We are loud and needy
A small stream of consciousness
Ready to be fed.

I wanted to be your Poem
I wanted you to compare my eyes to the stars
My hair to the sunshine
My laugh to the ocean

I wanted you to take the things I didn't like about myself
and make them seem beautiful
My nose like a button
My walk like a dance
My voice like a song

I wanted you to to describe my imperfections so beautifully
That I would love myself entirely
even just for a moment
My personality enchanting
My awkwardness adorable
My ramblings enlightening

I wanted you to look at me as a whole person
Not just my individual parts
I wanted to be
A flame illuminating the darkness
The smell of the earth after the rain
The quiet sound of nighttime

But you are just a boy
And I am just a girl

You're not a poet
I'm not a poem

And when I ask how I look
I'll have to live with an
Awkward mumble of
"You look fine"

She's my best friend and I'll never get tired of trying
But it's so hard when she always thinks that I'm lying
It's Her anxieties that give her this constant unease
Because the world as it is isn't what she sees
She can only see the cruelty
Not the beauty I can see
Surrounding me constantly
Because what she's been fed has gone to her head
She wishes she were dead
For help she's got her meds
But they don't really help
She says she's okay today
But tomorrow who can say
This is a risky game I don't want her to play
But it's no wonder she's starting to break,
She's got all these demons she just can't shake
I pray that she'll just wake up and see
But pain is her drug and she's as high as can be
"Please" I say "you can't live this way"
"Not anymore, telling me you're fine with one foot out the door"
She hates herself, thinks she's worthless especially
But she can't see that she's special to me,
She doesn't believe because it's what you perceive
She's hates to stay but I beg her not to leave
All I can say is "you're my best friend I couldn't live without you"
"So please. Please. Don't force me to"
No I can't promise it'll be okay
But I'll always be here
So please
Stay

I want to write a poem
But I can't feel the complex, poetic emotions
I only feel hurt.
I can only hear the blood rushing in my ears
I can't see through my tears
My hands are shaking to hard
I can't think.
I could write a poem but
Stupid
Stupid
Stupid
Stupid
Isn't a poem.
And right now with my pen to the paper
that's all that will come to my mind

Mouthfuls of lead
Cannot silence
Free speech.

People.
Poets.
Arise.

The pen is mightier
Than the
AK-47.

People, people, people
Each laugh
Each sound
Each word
Like a million bugs
Crawling all over
My body
On my hands
On my back
All walking slowly
From one ear to the other
Out of my mouth
Into my eyes
All together
Nonchalantly
Mockingly
Casually

Ugh
I hate people