something thin, something frail.

like you're emotional state,
broken is your moral slate.
i hope to god you're okay.
i hope to god you choose to stay.

this silence is deafening
and the static blurs
between the lines, i purge
between the lines, you're not sure

so what on earth makes this alright
when you left, you stole the fucking light
its like with every step,
the tunnel lengthens

and with ever breath
i sink deeper.

it's not the same
they lied
loss is not definite
its like hell

if you ever meet it
run

robyn was sweet
she told me she loved me
and i promised i'd never leave
so what do i do, now, that it was she?

appreciate.

the shadows on my scars

there's something to be said about losing

its hard
crashing
like waves
or sinking
like fog

i don't know what he meant by
"you don't even know yourself"
but it seemed harsh

hard like hearts
when i couldn't feel the same way for him
i knew him
too well

i loved him;
though not enough
to stay

so why am i questioning
whether he was right?
i know myself
like the back of my hand...

at night

pitch black after sunsets

i disregarded the staged net
i fell hard
hoping i could break it
only to realize it wasn't there yet

like my ability to move on...

i was lacking
a band aid
something to keep me safe
as i lied to him and myself
i never meant it

but now its too late

they say it gets harder

Does this beauty encourage me?
or rather, break me down,
make me feel weak?

I suppose I don't know what that means
after all, I'm only sixteen
and after all, I still make myself bleed.
and after all, I'm still too weak.

before i choke on something too sweet,
i never get what i desire most
thats me

so before i get ahead of myself
let me know
I need to breathe