the other day someone asked me
"did you love him?"
maybe it was his eyes
or the way we danced in the rain
maybe it was the way i depended on him
to love me
the way i should love myself
"yes,
still do"
I've got a fast car
and you've got a fast heart
and I'm not talking about the beats
you fall for a girl for a day
and then fade away
it hurts
i felt safe in your arms
like i couldn't be harmed
you were gone
it was quick
you moved from chick to chick with your slick tricks
you're a dick
you call late at night
we hit every red light
i miss you
but why do i miss
all we did was kiss
stop calling me
you reach for my hand
the radio's playing my favorite band
i can't help it
he's the one that got away
the boy who falls every day
I'll miss you
and you've got a fast heart
and I'm not talking about the beats
you fall for a girl for a day
and then fade away
it hurts
i felt safe in your arms
like i couldn't be harmed
you were gone
it was quick
you moved from chick to chick with your slick tricks
you're a dick
you call late at night
we hit every red light
i miss you
but why do i miss
all we did was kiss
stop calling me
you reach for my hand
the radio's playing my favorite band
i can't help it
he's the one that got away
the boy who falls every day
I'll miss you
i met a boy,
who is quiet,
he's got blue eyes like the ocean and blonde hair like his mamas
he kisses me in public and pinky promised not to hurt me
we had two days until i moved 3000 miles away
on our last night we took the long way home and not because the short way was closed
we sang in the car,
and kissed,
in the car,
some love was made for the lights
some kiss your cheek and goodnight
he was wrong for me
in all the right ways
he was rain on a sunday
and i know that someday
maybe
if we're lucky
our love will be made for the lights
who is quiet,
he's got blue eyes like the ocean and blonde hair like his mamas
he kisses me in public and pinky promised not to hurt me
we had two days until i moved 3000 miles away
on our last night we took the long way home and not because the short way was closed
we sang in the car,
and kissed,
in the car,
some love was made for the lights
some kiss your cheek and goodnight
he was wrong for me
in all the right ways
he was rain on a sunday
and i know that someday
maybe
if we're lucky
our love will be made for the lights
this is a love letter to my heart,,
please, handle with care
there is a "fragile" stamp across the right side
and duct tape throughout the middle
there are flowers growing where he left cracks-
darling, you will be a beautiful garden one day
peonies and sunflowers run through your veins
you will be okay
i promise
maybe it was love
or maybe you loved the way he loved you
or maybe you depended on him to love you
the way you should love yourself
but darling, you will be okay
i promise
flowers need time to bloom
and so do you
please, handle with care
there is a "fragile" stamp across the right side
and duct tape throughout the middle
there are flowers growing where he left cracks-
darling, you will be a beautiful garden one day
peonies and sunflowers run through your veins
you will be okay
i promise
maybe it was love
or maybe you loved the way he loved you
or maybe you depended on him to love you
the way you should love yourself
but darling, you will be okay
i promise
flowers need time to bloom
and so do you
I left my home on a wednesday afternoon
the clouds started crying around 3:42
they missed you
my mom always warned me about the drugs in the street
but never about the light blue eyes with a heartbeat
it was love and it was lust and it was 16
it was preteen
it was drama queens and phone screens and everything in between
it was young love
kind of,
sort of,
true love?
it was you
and me
the stars
and the scars
it was april
and it was painful
and i miss you, reminisce you,
love you,
still
the clouds started crying around 3:42
they missed you
my mom always warned me about the drugs in the street
but never about the light blue eyes with a heartbeat
it was love and it was lust and it was 16
it was preteen
it was drama queens and phone screens and everything in between
it was young love
kind of,
sort of,
true love?
it was you
and me
the stars
and the scars
it was april
and it was painful
and i miss you, reminisce you,
love you,
still
yesterday my brain took a road trip by itself to a place i have not yet been
my heart kept telling her to turn around
don't go there
stop before we go too far, she said
the windows were down and the music was volume 14 on the radio
the road signs said "dead end-
turn back, you've gone too far already"
so i put the car in park
i sat against a tree
and i looked up to the sky
i reached up towards the sky
the only word i could get out was "why?"
i looked down
a voice whispers to me
"everything will be okay"
i look to the right
then left
another girl sitting against a tree
her head pointed upward
looking at the sky
"everything will be okay"
you are not alone
you are not made up of the decisions you've made
or the disappointment you've caused
you are you and that is the best you can be
you are a masterpiece in an art museum made of bruises and scars
of broken pieces and broken bones
so don't you give up darling
you are on your way to the MET
ill see you there in the "broken but beautiful" section
(no photos please)
so turn the car around and head back home
don't forget your seatbelt
and text me when you've made it safe
my heart kept telling her to turn around
don't go there
stop before we go too far, she said
the windows were down and the music was volume 14 on the radio
the road signs said "dead end-
turn back, you've gone too far already"
so i put the car in park
i sat against a tree
and i looked up to the sky
i reached up towards the sky
the only word i could get out was "why?"
i looked down
a voice whispers to me
"everything will be okay"
i look to the right
then left
another girl sitting against a tree
her head pointed upward
looking at the sky
"everything will be okay"
you are not alone
you are not made up of the decisions you've made
or the disappointment you've caused
you are you and that is the best you can be
you are a masterpiece in an art museum made of bruises and scars
of broken pieces and broken bones
so don't you give up darling
you are on your way to the MET
ill see you there in the "broken but beautiful" section
(no photos please)
so turn the car around and head back home
don't forget your seatbelt
and text me when you've made it safe
you are the 5 minutes before a math test "put your study guides away", the pictures on the wall of the memories from that one perfect day, he is gone now.
the lion outside of its den, the thoughts of a 17 year olds depression
and you are terrifying
you looked my grandmother in the eyes one rainy afternoon in December and you took her
you took her cold hands and her warm heart and you put her body in the ground
I'm always told "you'll see them again"
but I've never seen a flower resurrect after the winter,
and i haven't been to my grandmothers grave
i don't know what will happen after, and I was never sure what happened before
so hold me close until its over
until death do us part
hold my hand, kiss me on the lips, set me free to where i belong
and when our winter comes,
and darling,
it will come,
remember
to live in the hearts we leave behind, is to never die
the lion outside of its den, the thoughts of a 17 year olds depression
and you are terrifying
you looked my grandmother in the eyes one rainy afternoon in December and you took her
you took her cold hands and her warm heart and you put her body in the ground
I'm always told "you'll see them again"
but I've never seen a flower resurrect after the winter,
and i haven't been to my grandmothers grave
i don't know what will happen after, and I was never sure what happened before
so hold me close until its over
until death do us part
hold my hand, kiss me on the lips, set me free to where i belong
and when our winter comes,
and darling,
it will come,
remember
to live in the hearts we leave behind, is to never die
