The Inevitable:

I found stars at the tip of your tongue.

When everything's made to be broken,
I just want you to know who I am.

Simplicity:

Smile.
(It's the second best thing you can do with your lips.)

Smile at the simple fact that
you're alive & breathing.

Be happy for the mere idea of being
able to love
& be loved in return.

Be happy solely because we don't need a specific reason to be.
Smile because it's contagious &
happiness is only real when shared.

Cinder & Ash:

Your lips push against my mouth;
just to keep the words from coming out.

But I let you in & you felt me up,
you're like drinking out of an empty cup.

(I've never felt so close; I've never felt so all alone.)

& I swear, it’s like trying to catch a ghost,
like dying to grasp smoke.

Dizzy Minded:

Photograph our minds & watch the memories u n w i n d.

We walked the surface of this town,
not once touching the ground.

I'll watch my back so I can be sure,
you're right behind me as before.

Because
everything was beautiful.
& nothing hurt.

(Who the fuck am I kidding?)

Beauty, redfined:

Life isn't about perfection.
Life is about finding beauty in the imperfections
that connection us to each other & make us human.
We are people, not perfection.

Laugh.
Beauty is unedited, uncensored, real & flawed.
Make it a source of confidence, not insecurity.
Care less & Love more.

Start a revolution.

Love yourself.
Accept yourself.
No one else can do that for you.

Don't buy into the product.
We are far too young & free
to ever be unhappy with the way we are.

"You should only fall in Love
with your eyes closed."
~ Andy Warhol

A Backtrack:

You've learned to live half alive,
yet you'll always want me one last time.

So here's to you, ghost from my past,
take a taste of what you'll never have back.

Who the fuck do you think you are?
To run around, leaving scars, all to fill your jar of hearts.

It's so damn easy to point a finger.
Taking responsibility for your mistakes requires strength.
& you don't have it in you.

I've written pages & pages
trying to rid you from my bones,
to decompose these recycled feelings.

Crooked City Skyline:

We'll stay wide awake far into the a.m.
Everyone will sleep while
we'll hold the world in our hands.

Ironic, isn't it?
Somehow, after so much time holding my breath,
all the pieces fall into place.

Infinity:

I've never felt this
healthy before;
(I've never wanted something rational.)

But I will go down with this ship.
I will throw my hands up & surrender.

Soul Meets Body:

Breathe me in deep.

Strip me to the bone.

Skin my like an
orange peel sunrise.

Intuition:

Do I have to spell it out for you?
Or scream it in your face?

The chemistry between us
could destroy this place.