It’s A Rare Light, That I Chase To The End.

her body is so broken

and yet she’s still fighting

with no one standing by her side

she’s fighting

for herself

against herself

and the cycle never ends

Stick to the Plan.

the cycle starts again.

why do i keep messing up?

just stick to the plan.

learn to stop talking.

you have to stick to the plan.

stop hurting the people you love.

stick to the plan.

jesus, have some self control.

stick to the plan.

you’ve been this way for so long,

why can’t you stick to the plan?

what’s wrong with your brain?

can’t you just stick to the plan?

you promised yourself you’d stop,

just stick to the plan.

it’s really not that hard.

stick to the plan.

you’re not trying hard enough to fix yourself.

if you’d just stick to the plan,

you wouldn’t be stuck in these problems.

stick. to. the. plan.

- a girl with no self-control. who acts on impulse even when she knows it’s wrong; who doesn’t know how to describe the way she feels; she never knows when to stop and god does she wish she did.

Friendly reminder: when people say ‘as long as you tried your best’ it doesn’t mean ‘the best you could possibly have done ever’ it means ‘the best you were capable of at the time.’ Sometimes ‘trying your best’ is just getting out of bed in the morning. Just because you weren’t working yourself to the bone doesn’t mean you weren’t trying your best. 

“All we know

Is that stars will fall

And holidays come and go”

And the stars in our heart.

“The moon lives in the lining of your skin.”

— Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and Song of Despair

fires trickle through my veins

fires i know i have lit

the ache in my bones weigh me down

no matter how light i make myself

feeling the weakness in my heart

barely pumping blood to my torn body

and yet i still smile

because this is the way,

the only way they’ll love me.

10 Feet Away

my mind wants to get away.

so that I can just be alone, so I can’t hurt anyone else,

especially you.

I feel like a threat

and I can't get away

yet here I am, only 10 feet away

I've always been the one to talk too much or too loud, but in those moments she was there. Her silent rivers flowed across my cheeks as she tried to comfort me. I used to think she and I were nothing alike, but in growing up, she became all that I was. Silence, the kind of comforting ache that sits with you while you’re talked over and forgotten, but she never forgets you. She once held me in her arms while I sat and watched the stars. I saw a shooting star and wished for her to leave, so I could be heard; yet she always found her way back to me. In silent car rides and silent rooms, she held me the way I wished my mother would. Eventually, I learned to appreciate her. I meditated with her and learned her language. She told me she loved me, but hated that I was becoming her. She told me to speak, to be heard. It's hard at first when she is all you know, but I wanted to be heard. I wanted to be seen. So I became louder and louder and she cheered me on from the quiet corners of every room

I Miss the Way You Made Me Feel.

i miss the feeling of your lips on mine

how delicately you kissed me

always making sure i was okay in between each one

i miss your breath on my skin

the goosebumps you caused

with something as simple as air

i miss how your hands felt on my body

tracing my outline

with the slightest of touch

never going too far

i miss how safe i felt when you held me

and the way you’d gently kiss my head

your arms holding me just tight enough

i miss your gentle eyes

how beautiful they were

i miss your smile

and how perfectly it sat on your face

especially the times when you would smile in between each kiss

i miss the way you looked at me

like i was the most beautiful being you’d ever seen

i miss how you’d point out each of my insecurities and tell me how much you loved them

telling me i was worth something

i miss how special you made me feel

and i miss so much more about what you did

but what’s most important is

i don’t miss you.

Martyrs

Be my Romeo

I’ll be your Juliet

Let’s get married and run away

Finish their story

Let our love be seen in all its glory

We’ll live in our own secret world

We’ll forget our names and who we were

Let us be so in love

That we are no longer two

But one

Let our story be read by scholars and in schools

Let us be martyrs for a force stronger than any god we’ve ever known

My Romeo, let us be martyrs for a love stronger than what anyone’s seen before.