Caution -- 5 September 2016

You’re a fucking mess of a person

You keep your secrets in your collarbone

And no matter how many bruises I leave behind

I cannot suck them out of you

Your face is a WARNING sign that I’ve always ignored

I trace your cheekbones with my fingertips, committing every curve to memory

And it burns

But I would take all the scars

All the blistered fingers for just a touch, just a taste of you

Maybe I just want to see if I can hold the flame

Maybe I just want to punch you in the mouth with my mouth

But regardless, my feelings, well

They don’t flee

The horrific part is that I’m comfortable enough to call this love

But no matter how hard I try

I cannot love mental illness away
Love doesn’t fix everything, but God it helps.

Constellations and Fairytales -- 15 January 2015

I heard a phrase once:
"You are not a constellation of suicidal symptoms"
Just a person dealt a crappy hand
I'm not the one that can save you
It's your fight
Be your own knight in shining armor
But I promise I'll still be here
Acting as your noble steed
So you never have to be alone.