she'll make butterflies out of her own skin, and she'll set you free.
because she knows you love someone else more.
she loves you, but you're not hers to love
and sometimes she'll close her eyes for hours because it hurts when you're not there.
she'll want to be just like that girl you love: full of purity and innocence and not dead.
because maybe you don't love girls with dark secrets.
she can see your shadow and all your features through the veil but all you see is bones and scars and not her.
not her, not beauty like her, not mystery like her, not curiosity like her, not her.
because she's the type of person you write poetry about.
and i bet you remember everything she said to you that night but you can't remember my goddamn name.
-to Emily, from Emily
I'm sorry @ this girl in my school who always wanna do fun shit with me,, I'm sorry I always say no, I'm just rly depressed and sad and I can't do anything. But you're amazing and i actually rly wanna do shit with you ://