make me a wish
snowflakes in the dark,
the tangle of our body heat
warmth that is never there

war was painted on your face
tasting like your father whiskey bottle
broken and nothing
everything

push and pull,
the tides that swallows
your screams and your prayers
bend me down, you whispered

but the shore have drowned a long time ago

vanishing smile that cries
like your cracked mother's china
begging and begging and begging
nothing

(everything)

you told me that love is dark
let the candles melt and
wax burned our tounge
hell hath no fury for lovers scorned

spilled wine on the table cloth,
nothing and everything will fix us
like a nice cold champange made of
confessions of our
sins

put your mask on, let's play pretend.
no smiles--no language.
only the glide of our hand, trembling--
like the way your mother body shakes when
you have been gone away too long from home.
whispers are allowed, but only secrets and morse
and the sweet after taste that you always tried to chase.
let us disappear into this play, immerse and submerge--titanic hitting an iceberg and sinking.
unstoppable, unredeemable. a tragedy.
but you and your soft lips and the slight rasp in your voice, the misery and the life and everything in between, made a storm that saves life.
so the theater applauds at the happy ending, love that saves the day.
completely ignoring, that the day only wants to end.

leave me be, drifting towards
the pool, in which life
never start. never stops.

there is cigarettes burns
littering your cheeks,
and acid on your teeth
but you aren't a lifeguard
so don't drown.

I sing you a farewell and
a choir of rambling noises
maybe this will be what you
understand.

incoherent strings of letters
made into inconsistent words
left miracles in its bareness
there is no left overs, aching.

we aren't lovers,
don't simplify what we have
too much of that, repeating
will make any bond curdle

you and i,
were a myth, a legend
but all stories must end
and with a lingering glance
it burst into
nothing.

tightrope walking on
litanies of monsoon
                      misplaced
yet, eluded by routines
in this like minded minds

too many
sugar spoon fed
                    blame and
depreciation in a
positive
      view of the world

too many
jaded mouths echoing the
same values that was ripped
          right from the spine of
                          human kind
beginnings

these days
youth means being
                unheard
unnoticed
only riots of sounds
that is deemed too
                foolish to
amount to anything
a neon sign of all the things
that would rather be
                              denied

crying isn't a sin
it is a respite
so you do not
become so burdened
with life

your wet lashes
isn't a mark of
weakness
instead it shows
how human you
are

dear girls,
don't listen to those
toxic waste of garbage
telling you how to treat
your own body

too many times
those spider webs
were poured into our head
cobwebs muddling our brain
with poisons that
made us think that stabbing
other girls will make it better

and too many times
we are forced to listen
because if we don't
it is a matter of
life and death

we live in a world
where it is fine
to **** someone
to **** someone
if you blame it on
their clothes

how they act
how they blink
how they breathe
how they exist

we live in a world
where a girl is only
worthy of being treated
like an actual human being
if they are someone
mother's
sister's
daughter's

dear girls,
you are living in a world
where common sense is
askew

where our body is trafficked
as currency
sold, robbed
of their choice and consent

where we armored our self
with sharp nails and keys
every time we walked home just
a little bit too
late

where we are afraid,
because entitlement is savage,
claimed, right and left,
by undeserving hands
as if we are food to be eaten
when ever they please

it is important to know that
but it is also important to know
that none of it is your fault

dear girls,
you are the owner of your body
it is yours, and
forever will it be yours
in death, in life
in marriage, in teen hood

society may tell us
that our purpose here
is only to give birth to a child
and listen to whatever men say

dear girls,
society is wrong
we are so much more
and we can do better than that