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I exist in chicken scratch

Pull words out of my mouth and replace them with cotton Until there’s nothing left But you’re shaking and it’s soft and somewhere you can feel my need to scream But I open my mouth And cotton comes out

I used to think myself poetic, until you came into my life and all of a sudden my river of metaphors and adjectives are running dry. Simply put, words can't express how much I love you

Only the best for my princess. Only the brightest stars can be clipped in your hair and the most dashing nebulas drape across you like a dress.

It's ridiculous how I've never looked into your eyes but I can still count the stars in them

You are ugly in the way that holding hands is ugly

I feel like I'm walking on air, tiptoeing in ballerina slippers as I hold your hand. Please don't let go.

There are stars in her hair and galaxies in her eyes

Open the window Let the light in Brush the dust off Renew Yourself

When I tell you it’s okay, I promise it’s not a lie. I’m okay Now Smile, You always look more beautiful When you're happy

Frozen fingers pick through Lonely hair Matted by eternal bed head (Never actually getting out of bed) Untouched by brushes or combs or love

I'm choking on my heart beat And There are fingers gripping at my veins

I keep my hand over my mouth and through my skin I can't breathe your finger prints fade leaving me Ugly I'm ugly. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.