You can find me on the moon waxing and waning. My heart full of petals, every single one begging 'Love me, love me, love me. Whoever I am. Whoever I become.'

My heart is still a leather jacket I am waiting to give to someone sweet.

I’ve written this poem before but always through a window, never through an open door.

But whatever However Whenever this ends I want you to know That right now I love you forever

But when I thought I hit bottom, it started hitting back.

This is my body. It is no one's but mine.

We have to create; it is the only thing louder than destruction.