Kinda Outta Luck

I love your silence — it makes me feel safe.

I love the peace you carry, and the stars that scatter light across the darkness.

With you, I feel free. I feel creative.

And even though you’re meant to let me sleep,

I love staying awake with you until the day replaces you.

I can’t sleep. I can’t. Even if I want it, even if I need it

But I love spending my waking hours with you

when no one else is around,

when most are asleep,

and I write by candlelight.

Tears falling from her angel eyes,

Blood dripping from her wings.

Halo melted against pale skin,

Heart heavy as chains.

Unsaved by devotion,

Betrayed by trust.

listening to Lana for the first time

7th grade winter break

being told you’re “an old soul” and “mature for your age”

hating your dad at one point

reading no longer human for the first time

obsessing over a girl you have no chance with

getting bullied by the “popular boys”

counting calories at 12

watching girl interrupted for the first time