Standing naked on the beach with all of my secrets between my legs, I look out into the water and up deep into the stars. I beg the sparkling lanterns of light to cure me of myself…

I kept waiting for the part where I’d finally know who I was — some flashing, neon moment of relief, but it never came.

I wish on one of the stars for divine orchestration and save the rest of them for all of the other girls in the world who will feel like I do tonight.

I feel like a paper cut just waiting to bleed.

I tried to push my body through his and completely disappear.

If I had an .MP3 of your heartbeat… I might actually get some sleep.

So much has been done to my body, and still, somehow, not enough.

I want to understand the strings that are tied between me and certain other people and if they really can stretch through infinite time and space without ever breaking. Are soul mates real, and is my life ever going to make sense?

That last time you kissed me my heart slid past your teeth down into the center of your chest… trapping us both in a stainless cage.

He could pour himself into my little paper cup heart and my emptiness would finally have a meaning.