Writing

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