when you look at me
what will you see
will you see a queen
or an empty shell of no sleep
will you see the phases of the moon
that sing you to sleep - the voices that croon
when you look at me
what will you see
all i hope for
is that you don't see the world
the way you see me
(n.n.)

i heard tires screeching against the gravel in your voice and i'm trying to convince myself those weren't my screams.

there are diamonds scratching my tongue and they call me "***** mouth"

do we have to die in order to have lived

destination: heartbeat city

we make our words so pretty we forget that the beauty comes from saying them for their meaning

he is every single poem about the ocean in the world, and i'm supposed to be looking for some kind of sunshine.

i've never seen so much red in someone so blue

maybe what hurts so bad is that we're two broken girls writing about the same boy

and so i'll drown myself in words so shallow
to find my bones cracking the ground
because either way
it feels the same
i can't drown in you
(n.n.)

i've measured
the highway to your heart
in the tears from my arms
and the calluses on my feet

and as we fall in love with the words, we forget who is saying them.

different promises for the same vows

Never forget a child's first play
It is a mirror - it is the only gate
So clear to
See love in a child's simple ways
And forget the love for which you pay
(n.n.)

on the surface of my skin
i'd love to see bones
but they weigh me in boulders
not in stones
(n.n.)

we were born with nothing and now we have nothing