I can’t Victoria,
I can’t top hat,
I can’t ballroom,
Sorry,
I’m not classic.

No white gloves, walking sticks,
    or carriages
    for me.

I’d much rather float round town on a craft,
    of hover and light
    and love.
I can’t play this game one step at a time,
Tradition will be broken,

I’m sorry.

-June 14th 2013

No book,
No dream,
No painting,
No recording,
No monologue,
No sermon,
No text,
No sound,
No taste,
No light,
No color,
No person-

Could prepare me to meet the love of my life.

That first day,
Seeing you so short,
Thinking you two years younger,
But your heart was infinite.

Your selfless smile,
Smiling voice,
And smiling soul are so,
Soft.

You deserve far more
Than the world gives,
So you take your joy,
In giving back to all.

You’re in safe arms.

I love you, Sam. I hope you’re okay.

I'd swallow gasoline
          Set myself on fire
                          Start my skin all over

                                                     I'd rip my hair
                            Strand
                                              by
                       strand
                                     Right out of my
                                        aching skull
           Weave  
                       it
                          back
                                 ­  together

                                         I'd throw up what's left
                                         In my stomach
                                         And then I would
                                         Refuse to replace it

                       Just to feel like my body
                                                    Deserves­
                              yours

                           ­                             Just to feel like I fit

                      Pretty
                               Little
                                       Right
                         Next to you

                                                        You say I do
                                                              ­  But
                                                  I don't believe you

                 I never will
                                     Until I'm
                      Skin
              And
       Bones
                 And
                        Fake
                               And
                                      Fake
                  ­              And
                        Fake
                An­d
                       Flawless
                                     Barbie
                                                Perfect