There's no energy or time or words these days.
You have to save everything for those apologetic looks and pleading hand gestures.

Innocence believes love to be a stimulant, to energize good thoughts
But you can't stimulate something that doesn't exist.

Love or no love,
You're not supposed to think about this stuff so often

It seems the darkest when it's the brightest outside since the harsh rays make you curl your eyes in tight.

But it's still bright outside, no matter how many pairs of sunglasses you wear or how hard you press your fingers to your shut eyelids.

It's still bright

Your Driveway is an Interesting Place, I'll Give You That

When I look at grasshoppers, I think of how your ideas jump from here to there and, occasionally, back again.

When I look at herons, I think of how still you stand while you wait for me to make my point.

When I look at honeysuckles, I think of how, sometimes, when you mean to be sweet, you don't necessarily end up as such.

When I look at bees, wonder how they make that decision to kill themselves.

Thank Goodness This Is Senior Year

I asked you multiple times
And you responded with smiles
But not the kind of smiles people like to see
It's the kind that says
"You seem nice
And you seem like you're tough
But I don't want to hurt your feelings
So I'll leave my words up to your imagination
And try to be cute while you think"

And for years, I sighed while you've smiled
And I've let your lack of words be their own thoughts
Because I'd hate to read you wrong
Which is what I always do anyways.

And because I've always been on the other end of the line
Even when you haven't
And because I've always been a warm hand
Even when I've been freezing
I'm allowed to say this now

You're too late.
That wink and baby face is not enough anymore
And I'm willing to make you mad to get my point across
You messed this up
Not me
Because my eyes were always open
And you're only now just peeking
And squinting in the sunlight may be better for your eyes
But I need someone who is willing to burn for me
And that's not you
Because I've been burned and shattered and bloodied and grungy for you
But you won't even take your hands out of your pockets for me

It is so strange-
Being brought back from the dead,
Especially when they say that's impossible.
Scientists know nothing about love.

If I woke up in the morning and was blind, I'd be so grateful that I'd never have to look at this again

21 Years and It's Not Any Easier

I don't need to be a butterfly
But I'd like to be something worth aspiring to.
Either way, what I'm saying is
I don't want to be here
I don't want to be with you
And I don't want your number in my phone.

I also don't want theses marks on my back
Or on my thighs
Or on my forearms.

There's this girl who looks at birds and says
"I could turn them into a sweet pair of earrings"
And I want to be the kind of person who looks at beauty and says
"I deserve that"