Energy leaking from my pores,
Kicking and screaming.
My body is a prison sometimes.
Clothing is entrapment.

Enough passion to paint a town,
Starving for a rush,
Clinging onto every crush

Sensual skin.
I live again.
Not blemish free, but beautiful.

I guess I'll be running on less sleep today.
Hold my head up firmly
As predictability passes
Over and over again
Until I am old.

Insomnia is making my brain independent from my wants.
I want to meet my pillow
But my thoughts still haunt.

Feeling like a child
Jumping in puddles
With boots made of optimism.

I still slip them on easily.

Fervent on this night.
I texted too much.
I should've stopped.
I can't sleep.
But I can't let you think you won.

Circular thinking.
I'm the solution.
But you overlook
For what?

Because their legs open easier?
They don't expose your soul.

I think you want to swing
Each girl like pendulums
Back and forth. Easy as pie.
Because they think they need you.
Scared they can't do better.

I know I can do better.
I just wanted you.
Like, really wanted you.
I tried to dig the real you up
From the six feet of dirt
That you buried him in.

Typical to say I wish you loved me
Like a needle.
Like your favorite.

But you step on me
Like an unwelcome insect.
Blunt and brutal.
Short and sweet.
Like the kisses I wish you'd give me.

I'm just being a little girl.
I crush easily
As both attacker and victim.
I am as ruthless as you.
So no, this sensation isn't new.

Tiny viper in your bed sheets.
Waiting to pierce a vein
And drink every drop

Until your body is dry.
Safely removing you
From the back of my eyelids.
You don't even allow me to escape you there.

The one who complicates.
The one who hangs you out to dry.
Guard yourself.
Look away.
Abuse something or someone.

Seizures from normalcy,
Nervous skin picking,
Makes one wonder
if you'd stay for anybody.

Makes one wonder if you too drown,
Or wake up late night,
Cold from sweat,
Hot from the soul,
Hoping to be found.
Victims only think of themselves.

White light in a dark tunnel
He looks away
Under the guise
that its someone else's fault
that he can't see it.

I almost forgot your  face.
I thought I was you.
My reflection as motherly.
Spitting image they called me.

I walk with ten holes in my body,
My limbs held together by your wisdom
My mind held together by your heart.

Stretched out hands
But still ever so far apart.