.we were matches that didn't match and we smoked each other out;you were long gone, a shell of a boy looking for warmth,and I was a desperate flare lighting up the night,blindyour emptiness–what a mess–liesnow I've left our meaningless memories behind,filling up with doubt instead: tell me darling future lover,will you too spark heartfire, a funeral pyre, then turn leaving me to drown?
just a girl in love with the starsevery day I long for the nightand every night I yearn for thestars–seems like they're the onlyones that calm my roilingthoughts these days;my tumultuousheartdrowning on fire;my mind is lostin sky, clouded words,long goodbyes,dark.and though I have a soul offew wounds I somehow still manage to learn thisinexplicableoceanic sadness–why is it that we existwhen we are so flawed, why is it that wemust dedicate ourselves to pursuits of no meaning,why is it that though happiness is all we desirewe don't share, we're just liars–I sit here torn,close my eyes, crackle andburn.
contentI am sitting in my room, lights ona cloudy day, a little rain,and the fish tank whispersand splashes; a simple songreplaying through the houseand I am dreaming, a longtrain of thought that glides by,is lost. and found;I'm floating withmy head up in the clouds–proud. sometimes I forget Iam only sixteen, becauseI feel so old caught in betweena million instances of sound andwords and wonderings;wandering through dizzy daydreamsI slowly remember:life is simple, nothing grandiose,I'll do what I will while waiting;a happy ending is all I crave,and no more hesitating.