1 Pretending pluck your heart out of your body like it is nothing more than a blade of grass sticking out of the dirt. pretend your feelings are insignificant: little tiny insects that you can just swat away when they begin to buzz.

1 Precipice of Perfection Perfection. I roll the word on my tongue and let it slip down into my throat, hoping in vain that it will find its way into my body and latch on to something inside of me, that it will take root and grow into something beautiful (that deep down inside I know I will never be).

1 Goodbye maybe we are both lost drifting through the corridors wisps of forgotten memories in different universes brushing past each other, ghosts of fingertips that never seem to touch.

1 Should not I don't know how to feel anymore, how to speak anymore, how to breathe anymore. So I leave you, the words I don't know burning bitterly on my lips. The words I love you echo in my head and I consider saying them out loud. But you turn to walk away and I am left with a space of could have beens and should have beens. I shouldn't feel this way.

3 Reality is too real Sometimes I feel so tired/ That I cannot seem to breathe/ My eyelids flutter shut/ But I don't know how to sleep/ Because I am kept awake by monsters/ That haunt my thoughts and dreams/ I am kept awake by heartache/ That eats inside of me

1 Crumbling Sandcastles Short poem about a girl on the shore.

1 Marching Towards Our Sunsets We are toy soldiers in tin battle, we march towards our doom.