Losing [is what she does best]

she feels like she's far too tiny
to mean anything to the world
so she trembles in her own arms
awaiting true love's execution
wondering if anything is [ever] enough

...only to discover one day
that she must fall in love with herself
before anyone else can.

i'm waiting for something bigger to move me,
dear,
so until then
i will give you my life
and the heart of my heart.

but you must break me daily,
shatter my soul
and
stomp on my dreams.

[only then will i be birthed anew
in pure and perfect love]

only way she knows how to stop feeling lost
is to quietly explode every night
and build herself back up
with the violent laughter
of the stars