#creativetrash

It's terrifying how unhappiness creeps in and settles in the cracks of "okay."

Somebody save us because we’re not listening.

One. You take off her shirt Feel your hands against her back You fumble around with the hooks Until Finally Two. You bring her close You pinch her cheek Pulling Peeling off her paper skin Three. You examine her exposed flesh Then with a sharp knife You remove what is deemed Unnecessary Four. You sever the connections Of her bones and muscles Five . You stitch her back up Real good Needle and thread In places where she could have grown Six. You hold her Gently Crushing her ribs against her lungs Seven. You say love. Eight. You say perfect Nine. You say beautiful Ten. You say mine.

Eighteen

you are not the boy beneath the stars but that summer night, i found you you held in your hands a million twinkling lights you said that you destroyed constellations that you made cracks on the moon that you rearranged the solar system just to bring me a little brightness we formed new constellations heavenly bodies, more beautiful than the last and i loved you for that but you are not the boy beneath the stars you were the boy surrounded by dark clouds and when the twinkling lights faded i lost you

We grew up in a world without stars And spent our early years blinded by the city lights We learned to read through blinking LED signs And made picture books out of massive billboards We grew up inhaling the smoke that colored the air Until our lungs turned pitch black But we did not stop We had to keep on breathing We grew up surrounded by strangers They filled streets and corners And the voids in our hearts So we never had to walk alone We never could We grew up, the world within our reach We could’ve done everything or been anything Yet we were incapable We could not pass through the darkness Without a hand to hold We could not hold our breaths Without someone keeping track of time We could not be who we wanted to be Without the approval of others We were cowards We grew up in a world of numbers We were statistics Named after stock numbers Quality assessed in comparison to others We grew up upholding expectations Until we crumbled beneath them We could not disappoint We grew up, but we did not grow We listened to them when they told us That this was the only way We could see the stars again