She smokes cigarettes and her eyes bleed red.
Sadness sits heavy on her skin like foundation
Mascara runs black down her cheeks like rain
She’s crying tears for a sadness she cannot pronounce
Hands sinking in her pockets while she contemplates madness
One inhale ignites the night
The cigarette isn’t the only thing that’s burning.
She’s burning up the world too.
Dreams go up in the smoke of that cigarette and faith falls to the floor with the ashes.
A single match to light up the world.
Just like it lit up her last cigarette.
Honey
[Intro]
Don’t make me break your heart
Don’t make me break your heart
[Verse 1]
When you touch me
I feel it to my feet
When you love me
You love unconditionally
When you mold me
You try so hard
But I’m not the kind of girl you make into art
[Pre-Chorus]
I’ve got sharp edges
So be careful not to cut yourself
I’ve got rough hands
So be careful to brace yourself
[Chorus]
You called me honey
But I’m more like vinegar
I burn your nose and your throat
And you try to speak love
But I just make you choke
And I could try to be sweet
Try to be all that you need
But that’s not me
[Post-Chorus]
Baby
Don’t make me break your heart
Don’t make me break your heart
[Verse 2]
I’ll kiss your mouth
And say I’d rather be alone for the night
I’ll hold you close
And say I don’t need you in my life
And all the ones before you
Said I was hard to please
That I’ve got a stinging tongue
And I don’t mean to be but I can be so mean
[Pre-Chorus]
I’ve got sharp edges
So be careful not to cut yourself
I’ve got rough hands
So be careful to brace yourself
[Chorus]
You called me honey
But I’m more like vinegar
I burn your nose and your throat
And you try to speak love
But I just make you choke
And I could try to be sweet
Try to be all that you need
But that’s not me
[Post-Chorus]
Baby
Don’t make me break your heart
Don’t make me break your heart
[Bridge]
I’m not sweet like honey
Maybe if I were you’d always love me
I’m not sweet like honey
Maybe if I were you’d always love me
I’m not sweet like honey
(My only guarantee)
Baby, I’ll make it sting
Sharp edges
Rough hands x2
[Chorus]
You called me honey
But I’m more like vinegar
I burn your nose and your throat
And you try to speak love
But I just make you choke
And I could try to be sweet
Try to be all that you need
But that’s not me
[Outro]
Baby, I’m not sweet like honey
Baby, I’ll just leave a sting
The World Becomes Her
The world covers her hands—
In splatters of blue and green, red and yellow—
Paints her body with pieces of knowledge like stars in a night sky.
For she is truth and beauty
And lies and greed—gold with envy and naked with purity—
She is the world
And the world becomes her
Life and Death and a Girl
Her mind was made of bright lights,
Flashing, blinding, burning.
Her eyes were made of turquoise oceans,
Pushing, pulling, shining.
Her lips were made of paper love letters,
Touching, kissing, cutting.
Her hair was made of soft grass fields,
Tickling, laughing, hiding.
Her soul was made of rainbow paints,
Rising, arching, falling.
Her heart was made of glass feelings,
Loving, hoping, shattering.
Her blood was made of moon ebbed tides,
Cresting, gushing, pooling.
Her body was made of all these things—beautiful, ugly, tragic—now reduced to skin and bones, promises and scars.
For all the lies her body endured, her bones spoke truth—just a girl, once of flesh, stardusted dreams and ocean night breezes. Now, just a corpse—brittle bones and barely healed cracks.
Death touched her gently, kindly, lovely. Held her sweetly, calmly, reverently. For bones told no lies, as flesh so oft did. Her bones were just a girl, loved by death and no one at all.
Death dressed her beauty—
Stuffed her ribs with flowers soft, petals silk,
Crowned her head with morning glories,
Filled her heart with roses pink and roses white,
Painted her body in blues and greens, white and red.
Pink—soft like flesh—
And orange—heavy like sunlight—
These were the things of which he made her.
For while Life had dressed her cruelly, touched her cruelly, loved her cruelly.
Death would call her sweet, touch her tender, love irrevocably.
Life had given her away, flung to waves of far seas.
Death clutched her precious, a pearl in his chest of treasures: she was butterflies and sunshine, honey milk and dew drops, cloudy skies and lamplit streets.
Life had given her away and Death had laid his claim.
What she was once, she would never be again—
For now she was his.
I Sit in Silence
I
Scream.
You hear the noise
But don’t understand the why
And I’m crushed under your weight—
Expectations, illusions, lies.
When was the last time we could say,
“We know everything—about the world, about each other.”
When was the last time we could say we knew anything at all?
When I cry, you laugh, and I shrivel inside
Unwatered, unloved, pushed aside.
I
Sit In Silence.
The noise builds inside me
Chokes my airways, lungs heavy with unspoken words,
Salt and sweat and so much ugly.
Cut me open, all the secrets I hide spill out,
Fill the pages of novels that you will never read,
Let them gather dust on shelves that never know life.
I
Scream.
You hear the noise,
But you don’t understand the why,
And you don’t try.