i miss you, still
no longer in a deep, aching way,
but rather in the dull hum of my car radio
i hope you smiled today
and while you’re getting swept up
in the excitement and mystery and
passion of this confusing, intriguing,
heartbreaking, beautiful life,
i hope you never forget what is most important
i hope you remember that
it’s not about finding someone to complete
and write sappy poems about,
it’s not about listening to soft music on repeat
with your eyes closed,
wishing you were somewhere else
or someone else,
and it’s not about doing well on exams,
or traveling the world,
or always being artificial sunshine
instead of being real
because it’s okay to have sad days,
and a number in the corner of a page
can’t give you lasting satisfaction,
and you can’t be everyone’s prince charming,
and while music stirs up something
so beautiful inside of us,
you can’t hide in your melancholy world
of D minor, forever
every night i pray that you’re not lost,
that you’re somehow finding your way,
i can’t speak these words to you directly,
i hope you know
i’ll always care.
Let’s switch fields and talk a little bit about Miley Cyrus. Miley was raised by Disney, in an industry that tried to put her into a box. She grew up being, and constantly portraying, her innocent and sweet character of Hannah Montana. However, Hannah Montana was just that — a character. She now has been able to grow up, shape her own image, and follow her passions (as opposed to some script handed to her to keep audiences happy and money flowing). In response to her blossoming into individualism, listeners and viewers have completely labeled Cyrus as some promiscuous, insane, and overly sexualized being. Why are we so frightened by the new boldness that is Miley Cyrus? The answer is because it is her choice. She is in control of her sexuality. She is in control of her body. She is radiating confidence, as opposed to being a submissive female who lets herself be dominated by men. Her music video for ‘Wrecking Ball’ features Cyrus nude. This raised some serious issues with stunned viewers thinking, “what happened to my daughter’s role model?” Nobody seems to raise issue with the fact that many big-name male stars have featured female nudity in their videos. The difference? The men are in control. Society is terrified by a woman in charge.
I. The best way to hurt me is to
Pretend like you actually give a shit
And then never follow through.
I don’t wear my heart on my sleeve,
I keep it pinned to my back.
Was that a mistake?
It was supposed to be your lighthouse,
When did it become the bull’s-eye instead?
We go through life waiting for someone to walk away
Instead of getting ready to let someone in,
You should’ve let me in but now I’m walking away.
You used to make me feel like I was a mountain,
But you left your dynamite too close;
I thought they were fireworks.
I thought I could trust you.
II. My stomach feels like acid
And I know that shit sounds obvious
But I didn’t think it’d be that hard to digest
Every bullet you sent into my throat.
I swallowed your love like a sword,
But nobody trained me.
You left blood
Wherever you traced yourself on me.
Was that your intention?
To leave cracks in my foundation
So that all at once
You could leave me on my knees?
Some people say our knees are our prayer beds,
I say it’s our deathbed when you’re not speaking to God.
Twenty dollars says you didn’t even have the decency to
Get me a casket.
I’d throw in another twenty to bet
There won’t even be a funeral held.
III. I am not proud that my head writes two suicide notes a day,
Nor am I proud of the tattoos on my body that didn’t use ink.
But I was always proud of everything that I gave to everyone else.
Love is useless just for me
So that’s why I tend to hand it out to every passing stranger.
It’s strange how you started that way,
It’s even stranger that’s how you’ll leave.
IV. You were nothing
Like my heart expected but
That’s my mistake.
I’ve spent way too many years
Blaming everyone but myself.