I am right now,
not the me
of yesterday
That me is gone forever.
Will I get her back?
Never.
I can only have compassion
for who she was.
Not be too ******* her
because
she didn’t know
what she does
Now.

I'm the me
I am creating –
I am a process
in the making
So, forgive the flubs.
Don’t dub
me elusive.
I haven’t perfected
Myself –
Yet.
That me
is inconclusive.

fairy tales
are told
in black and
white.

life
is
grey.

So wet
Are my thighs
After talking to you
All afternoon
And night
And even as
Repulsive as I find you
I can't help but ***
Upon hearing your name

The white pages are smeared with ink and tears.
And I never tell a soul what's written on those pages.

salted wounds
stay open

blood seeps
in your mind

as a heart
cries out its pain.

They say,
if you throw a frog
in boiling water
it will hop right out.

But, if you turn
up the heat
slowly,
it will boil to death. 

I did not realize
that the heat
was inching
upwards
and upwards.

I was swimming
in burning water,
in blissful ignorance
of when
it would all come
crash down.

I did not know
that I was boiling.

I wonder what it feels like
To hold the world in your hands
And let it slip from your grasp

Suppose I'll never know

do not ever ask permission to start a revolution