As I look up at the sky.

I wonder why they can fly so high.

If thou stars can not stay,

How do I keep my mind at bay?

So, as I shall lay face up.

I relive every snippet to the top.

Cause if I fall along the way,

Isn’t it just how the stars sway?...

I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I hurt you; I’m sorry.

Up here, the sky’s like your eyes, just so endlessly starry.

You’re perfect, so perfect, in every single way.

And I’m hoping, just hoping, you’ll remember me always.

I’m longing, longing, longing for your love.

But that’s something I cannot have up above.

If there was any, any, any way that I could have your face.

If there was any, any, any way I...

They say that only

the good die young,

I guess I’ll live forever.

I’ve been trying for forever

to get a little better.

I’ve been lying for a while,

I untether.

I’ve been dead inside for years

riding the surging tides of

all this stormy weather.

I confess that I’m a

monster hurting innocents.

In a sense I think if I

would die that you could mend.

Worth mentioning that I’m

still ...

Living good lives

Eyes like knives

So many tries

Too many lies

Keeping chin up

Don’t ever give up

Looking straight up

Enough is enough

Tessa🦋...

im so sorry

im so sorry that you feel like

you have to leave

i’m so sorry that this is affecting you

i’m so sorry i wasn’t there for you

im so sorry i haven’t been a good friend to you

im so sorry

i wish

you didn’t have to leave me

i wish we were happy

i wish one of my best friends didn’t need to walk away

but i understand why

and i’m sorry

im so sorry

and i wish things were different...

You sit across the table,

Messy hair and charming smile,

Unaware of what you’ve done.

Sobbing on your bedroom floor,

My whole world shattered,

Yet you think everything’s okay.

Texting, hugging, talking.

You say that you have less feelings and

attraction,

But yet we’re still together.

Condescending, not supporting,

Yet I still have feelings.

I’m walking on a tightrope,

Do I fall?

Or...

The Weeping Willow had always cried.

It were from boys who pulled her ribboned pigtails as if they were church bells,

But instead of hearing the chime, they loved watching weeping willow cry

It were from the paper cranes that got stuck and tangled in her hair after someone had said they just ‘wanted to play’

It were from blocks they always shook until her castle was no longer stood.

Weeping Wi...

Failing to correct

a mistake only delays

future corrections...

I make mistakes

Again and again

I don’t mean to, I know

But I do it anyway

But I try to redeem myself

And I take responsibility

And that’s the most important thing about mistakes, right?...

I bite

I bite down hard.

Not knowing if he would kill me

Not knowing if there would be a tomorrow

I bite tearing bitter skin

Hiding a piece of him

To be found later

Something I know will survive me

Something from him to tell my story...