You Are Everything

I’m scared. Because you’re everything. Fuck. You’re everything. Every stitch lacing up the holes in my skin, everything stopping me from cutting open any more. Every drop of rain hitting my cheeks so hard that the tears blur away. Everything bright in the galaxy. Everything that makes the world beautiful. Even though you don't see that, you are everything I love. Oh god it’s so beautiful when you’re around. I don’t know how to love someone with all of me because a lot of parts are missing but, Jesus fuck, I love you with all of me and more.

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And I'd Burn It Down Again

You built a house out of the bad thoughts rushing through your head and I tried to burn it down but you got caught in the flames. If it’s any consolation, I like the way you look with the tips of your hair singed off. I’m sorry your mother won’t.

The Grey

Why must people always have to be either good or bad? What if I was a good girl with bad tendencies or a bad girl who did good things? Must things always be placed in little boxes? What about those who do not fit into any box? What happens to them?

My Late Confession

Maybe you light up my day. Maybe you make me smile through the darkness in my head. Maybe you make my stone cold heart beat again. Maybe you woke up the butterflies in my stomach and make them dance every time you touch me. Maybe I like you a hell of a lot more than I've let on but maybe I'm afraid to be close. Maybe it's because I'm afraid to lose you.

Rewriting The Stars

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