untitled no. 6

i am 17 years old 

i do bad things

drugs & sex & theft

& no one hums lullabies

settling for toleration

letting the wrong people connect constellations on my skin

they always burn out

they always burn out

collapsing on velvet couches

god i hate sleeping alone

i am 18 years old

the bad thoughts still linger

though not as often anymore

& voices like violets

cradle me throughout the night

i crawl back in bed

morning always comes

thank you to all the beautiful people

thank you for all the beautiful poems

i can now find the little dipper 

take it easy ( but please love something )