Poetry

your birthday was halo-lit nights and cigarettes in sugar cakes—

melted icing smeared over the tips of flames snuffed out in the dark.

you asked for a songbird, said your lungs were burnt with apocalypse dust

I was once a girl in love with a flower,

delicate and soft.

So I picked this flower and brought it home,

deciding it was better off with me.

If only I knew calamity would follow

if the flower was no longer free.

Ask for help

They tell you,

But when you do,

They refuse to give it,

Be yourself

They chant,

But when you try,

You're told to hide away. 

It was real hard

To cry until I saw the altar

I just couldn’t believe it,

Ya know.   ?

These kinda things happen to

Other people, not her

Here's the key 

To surviving the bumblebee:

First,

Never put that left index finger down on the C

When you see a D right after - it will slow you down

And the goal is

As fast as you can go

Wishing I could,

stuck with I can’t

because of nerves

that refuse to say goodbye.

Heart is obsessed,

mind is stressed,

with my heart

yelling at my mind,

and my mind

You know what?

I needed this.

I needed someone to push me again.

Even though you don’t know I exist,

All your achievements

Whatever you do well

I will take note of

And attempt.

laughter loud

happiness fulfilled

smiles wide

hearts still

public places

not stopping us now

still laughing

laughing loud

you're not

leaving yet. no,

i'll glue your limbs to the pavement,

lower your waving hand,

tell you

something to make your eyes crinkle

again.

again,

again,

again.

I have this dream

where the sky is dark,

moon illuminating,

faded stars surrounding it,

that I gaze at from 

the top of my roof.

I guess I'm happy for you.

Actually, I really am.

At least, I'm expected to be.

Because, if you can't be proud 

of one of your best friends,

can you really be proud of

anyone.

Phantom Pain

I remember when we first met.

Terror laced in our spines,

 being introduced to the team.

We thought we were alone,