does being young make a difference whether
you are broken and sad and
in love with your own self destruction
sneaking out of two story windows
not to fall in love or take shrooms
only to find a sense of happiness when staring at the moon
clouds covering the endless navy blue sky
tilting back your head while sticking out your red tongue
catching the acid rain drops that create
an original mind of your own with swirls of lies
running with bare feet rubbing against the dewy grass
tripping far down the rabbit hole wondering what
it will take to make your heart whole
chasing the sun until you stumble across the blinding
beauty that burns your dark brown eyes down to the core
turning into flames with a look that could kill your enemies
tears that burn like fire scarring your prominent cheekbones
starry blankets covering eyelids with dark tangled eyelashes
bones like diamonds shining through porcelain skin
with an energy level that has started running thin
climbing up the vine to a window of opportunities
throwing stones skipping across the ocean of tears
a sunken ship in a clear glass bottle
glass scattered among the concrete
regret and sorrow blowing away with the wind
skin cells reforming as peaceful and happy
your mind isn't as bent
as much as it is beautiful and unique
sunflowers decorating the plain endless field of gray
i am the bee swarming around the bouquet of flowers
searching for something to enjoy in an ugly life
some sense of comfort like things are fine
