Don't write me 
Lines of your deceit 
Don't touch my heart
When you just want to touch my inner thighs
Don't look me in the eyes
When they'd rather wonder
Don't treat me like something
When im nothing

He whispers me late night daydreams.

Maybe I want to make you breakfast.
Maybe I want to find out what foods you like.
Why you like them
Where you first tried them

Maybe we should start with a coffee..........

timid silence...
     untying the bow of my lips

Maybe I'm a hopeless fool
                                                           ­                   Maybe I was smiling.




Have you ever kiss someone and you can feel them smile

                                                         ­          

                                                     ­                          yeah,
                                                                ­        I like coffee by the way

                                 Some day,
                                    

                                               Some day.

Through my third eye
I know I am of the constellations
That burst
As the heavenly father dusted us
To existence
So here I stand 
For nothing
A sin
With two broken feet
And I swear I'd give anything
To give my life to another
If only I hadn't known about
The temptations awaiting
In a tree
So with every ounce of my spirit
would I never curse my worse enemy with my disease

My love is yours
My sweetest angel.
These morning I send my heart to you.
If only you knew that ever time
I said:
As you wish,
Sweet dreams,
Hello,
Your name...
Goodnight.
I said I love you.
In every vowel contains
The sweetest golden nectars
Of my dripping
Fervor.

Drafts of smoke from old flames
Never cease to be stale
With embedded memories

I am not a wise girl.
I'm foolish at best, 
All I know of this universe lays beneath the crevasses etched in my skin that I wasn't even a conscious being to know how they even got there.
I know of the silk ribbons that are my legs, 
do wonders.
I know the highlights of my stripped hair, 
attract a variety of strangers.
I know the painted mask I smear makes people believe I am
"pretty",
Valuable.
Within the vanity of my reality 
Remains the wish for authenticity,
I am not a doll.
I will not say "I love you"
As you try to pull my string.
I've ripped that from my back years ago,
For I play no foolish games, 
And for that I'm seen as *broken.

I know her by bittersweet, 
And she tastes like melancholy. 
My morsel of perplexing regrets.

Its been a lonely year
snow falls on another bright day
dusts death to the beauty of life.
nothing matters
frosted over
my reflection on sheets of ice
unable to recognize myself
thinking back when you use to make me feel like i use to walk on water
its just been such a lonely year.
if only i could take back the part of me
but now i cant find the words
im stuck
lost and dependent
on tender memories
dont tell me ill be fine
im hard and iced over
just waiting for my next good bye
with whatever left of me

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My head is flooded
As I am drowned by doubt
Only to be drained from the lesions of poor decisions 
Why can't I bleed out

I touch myself with your fingers 
As I lay here alone
Burden with the reminder 
I have only my own.

Each trace,
      Up
       And 
         Down.
Pleasureless.

A *****;
Electric,
Hot pressure flushes
warm serenity
Left to crawl
Skin deep

**Silence.

It's always 

Pass the woman silence,

Pass the last kiss of winter chills,

The exhaling calm breath of breaking dawn rolling down your cheek to rest on your shoulder
            
          Tomorrow never kills

Seeded in the earth;
Condemned to Hell.
Break free,
From were you dwell.
Dead limbs reach for the sky-
White clouds are alive.
Swirlling blissfully-
As angels cry.

Rooted in the ground;
Devil bound.
You seeked for Heaven
And all you found was Hell-.

Dry up quickly,
And pray to die.
Life is beautiful was a lie.

an emptiness swells up in my chest
and i do nothing about it
i just wanna carve my chest up
and throw away these worthless bits of me

****** to hell

     life of loneliness 

Words dripped from your ever feeding mouth
Drenched in your drugged reality
I opposed with confidence
                           you 
                           * destroy*
                                        me

I want my heart to stop beating
thoughts stop thinking
breathes to stop gasping
I'm tired and I want to go to bed.

...And the harsh reality is you're only as valuable as what you produce

~lets take rearview mirrors off life~

I remember when,
Months and years had a measurement of time.
When life was so small and intricate.
How slowly wrinkles use to show.
Now cement crease the smiles from yesterdays places.
Times like these remind me,
How hours turned to minutes,
And years turned to months,
Til eventually the years glass is up.
And when my final glass run dry,
I know there'd been no life left in me anyways.

My head is floating anoungst the wave in open waters-

As our reality flakes ashes in
loves grasp
growing cold
You were never here
My love

As I lay now
A burning coal melts
Through the center of my chest
While its sparks light my ribs on fire
And my head feels nothing
But the cool extinction.
my lungs fill with the toxicity.
I am looking for you.

~my spirit is boundless ~
                 you break me free of my chamber
   the limits I had due to old casings is none existent
                                simply because you make me happy.~

So what if I am nothing
It's more than I'd like to be

Did you ruin me?
Or is this growing pains?
Was it all really black?
Or am I looking through rose colored lens?
I've yet to feel the light petals your presence brings that bounce on giggles.
Or where you even there?
Have you even peeked my way?
I've been yearning for your gaze.
Just. One. Glance.
Maybe I've known you growing too.
Perhaps you no longer giggle.
Perhaps you bask in solitude smirking at memories of your younger self.
Perhaps you're lavender.

I wonder if that teacher knows
That house she calls a home
Is where little children would roam
Up and down the stairs we’d go
Trotting our feet down like a heard of buffalo

I wonder if she can still smell the tea and toast
And feel the warmth that kettle rose
All those years a go
At the place I called home.

As she walks in the kitchen,
Does it whisper her my secrets?