Today I found one of your socks in my ***** laundry...

I sat on top of the washing machine and cried
mirrors into the palms of my hands

in them,
our entire relationship reflected.

F&cking;**
is what I did before you came along
15 minute sessions
between classes
in a ***** dorm room--
hands clawing
lips mashing
hips crushing--
they filled me up
and then left me feeling empty
broken

but you came and picked the pieces up
stitching me back together with your kisses
you showed me you loved me
in the most intimate of ways
hands holding
lips searching
hips grinding
heating your home in the dead of winter
with the steam off our own bodies.

I don't see you anymore.
My worst fears came true.
Your night shifts, my days,
I don't know what to do.

You are my everything,
That's why I'm so afraid.
You'll find someone better,
I'll wonder why I stayed.

a million poems later and
i have not written anything
that could convince you
to love me back.

you always had a pull on me;
you were my moon,
and I, your tide

many moonless nights have passed since the moment you decided it was over
the waves cease to crash against the shore

stagnant

the vast, black ocean
waits for someone to wade in
swim around
and make her feel whole
again.

Graduation was held in a church--
a short and sweet ceremony
was all that stood between me
and the big world
outside of
the town where everyone knew my name.

Two years later,
I find myself wanting to crawl back in,
like a child climbing into his parent's bed after a bad dream.

After all,
      the
              world
    is                                                                      now
             a
nightmare.

Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night
with a poem
burning on the roof of my mouth.
Thoughts unknown to me
pouring onto blank pages
from a spring hidden in the deepest part of myself.
The dark room is silent
except for the scribbling of my pen
and the beat of my heart.

"I am. I am. I am."