Honey

you’ll lick honey from a liars lips
and act like he isn’t spitting poison
when will you learn
that the two can taste so alike
if you close your eyes

Best Friend

here’s the thing though
i was never your best friend
but isnt that tragic
how i let you put me last for so long
and convinced myself
that it was what i deserved
i mean
at least i was on the list
right?
at least you had someone to put you first
right?
to listen to all of your
mess
while i sat in my own sadness
convinced that this was what
friendship felt like
and isn’t that a tragedy in itself
how willing i was
to destroy myself to make you feel whole

Stardust

and the scariest thing?
looking in the mirror
and hating what looks back so much
that you convince yourself
that it’s the truth
what a horrible thing
to hate the home
that rebuilds itself every time you attempt
to tear it apart
what a disappointing way
to treat the thing
that loves you enough to keep going
even when you don’t want it to
what a horrendous act it is
to hate
anything about yourself
when all you are
is stardust and miracles
taped together
by chance and fate

Why’d You Have to Go?

to the boy who altered the course of my life
i want to tell you how much i love you
how much i miss you
but you’ve heard it all
and although it’s true
it’s just a part of what i feel when i think of you
and i know you’re gone forever
and being mad is pointless
but god
i’m so pissed
why did you have to leave
why’d you have to go

Youniverse

i think i maybe
the world has it out for me
sometimes i’ll be sitting
breathing
existing
and then it all crashes down
again
and i want to scream into the night sky
“what did i ever do to you”
but it won’t answer
it never does

So Much More

when i look at the stars
i think of you
not because they are beautiful like you
but because
when i look at the sky i don’t see stars
i see infinity
i see all of the beautiful things that ever were
the ones that will be
and when i look at you
when i look in your eyes
it’s kinda like that
like i am looking at so much more than just a person

Eye Of The Beholder

they say beauty is in the eye of the beholder
but what if the beholder has rough hands
and calloused fingers

what if they scratch your beauty

what if when they leave all that they leave behind
is the torn remains of what never completely was
the broken pieces of what wasn’t