read my poetry and stuff pls

For a moment I forgot the way your voice sounds

The way you chime and the way the gravel quarrels with your heels

And the contours of your sides

Your cotton ball goatee and unnaturally big eyes

Offer me ropes to tie around myself

Squeezing my ribs and tightening my toes

A signal to myself that no matter how high I turn the volume

I could not take flight away from you

You’re the kind of person whose boots burn the ground wherever they walk

And as you drift down your ash covered labyrinth

I can only hope that you’ve hidden me inside. 

I saw you in school today and I forgot how much I love you

And I wish I could wear my denim jacket like you

And pull of being sad as well as you do

The closest we are to friends is when your name shows up on chat

When we’re both awake at one o’clock on a school night

Maybe you can’t sleep either

I suppose someday I’ll tell you that I love you

After you’ve moved away and you’re doing well in school and you have a girlfriend

And I guess I’ll tell you someday that you are the ache in my chest and the bleached spots on my pillow case

But until I tell I’ll keep spitting sad love songs

About how much I love your stupid hair

And your average eyes.

Hey I wrote another poem love me pls

You’re the most beautiful wanderer I’ve ever met

With pretty crimson hair with water in your nose

Your heart’s not in the right place

And you self destruct because you’re wrong

Writing songs on your hips and coughing out smoke

So put your hands up 

Until the cage collapses and your dreams turn to fear

Lonely scissor nightmares that leave creases in your eyes

And little white pills that leave powder in your hands

I’m tantalized by your teeth and your fingers and your wrists

I’d love to spend time in your skin 

And I’ll let you break my bones.

Read my poem guys pls love me

And I’ll cut out pieces of my heart and hide them in the stars
Among the rusted lockets and burnt edges of old notes
And I’ll collect wishes in a jar and hide them in the snow
Among the broken windows and the blood-stained butterflies
And I’ll draw a million memories and hide them in my hair
Among the frozen flowers and washed out prints in the dirt
And I’ll capture all of your darkness and hide it by my side
Among the empty bottles and the patched up lullabies
And I’ll sing until my lungs explode and hide myself away
Among the frayed knot endings and the scars left open wide.