My thoughs shout

the beauty 

I live 

to gain,

the things I don’t need to prove,

the pride I won’t dare to show,

the deception of the reflections 

that burns into my soul.

My body shouts

the thoughs I disgust to have

Sometimes I sing
Sometimes the birds do
Other times I’m quiet sure
That my mom wants me to die
In these same times, I’m quiet sure
That this view is prettier from the sky

I was in love with the night until the first sunbeam crossed my eyes and touched my skin,

I fell in love with your sin.

I was in love with the light until the last second of faith went away, left sorrow and a reason to pray,

I’m feeling ready to stop and lay.

Mother,

Please

Take this breath away.