soft grip of her waist

lips close to her ear

she knows you’ll say

exactly

what she wants to hear

When a poet falls in love
Things can fall into place
or not
When you love a poet
You cant expect normality
Things inside a poet's head arnt clear.
Things the poet wants are faded.
Obscure.
When you choose to give your heart
There really is
No telling
The outcome.
The poet will try to use the words he's used so well before,
But end up stumbling upon every syllable.
Don't expect something
The breaking of hearts is not intentional.
Just a mere side effect.
Ghosts haunt the mind
Of a poet.
If you are down
To love
Expect
To be
Broken
It *****.
But in the end
Arnt we all broken?
A poet can only try
So hard
Too hard maybe
But it is you
That picks up the knife.
The poet can use words
To try to save you
Because words are all that he's ever had
And they will fail him.
Just as so many have before.
So
If that poet loves you
And says it
He means it.
i meant it
But things can only go so far
And you went over the edge.
She tested a poets words.
How is one to face suicide from a thousand miles away?
This poet cant give up
But only try so much
Before laying the pen down
And say
okay
Because you chose
*to love a poet

I laugh,
You laugh at me,
I cry,
You laugh at me,
I ball,
You laugh at me,
I scream,
You laugh at me,
I fall,
You laugh at me,
I hurt,
You laugh at me,
I am in pain,
You laugh at me,
I am depressed,
You laugh at me,
I die,
You stop laughing at me.

sometimes
things dont work out
**I hope this is not one of those

Till Death Do us Part:
By Bleeding Diamonds.
Marriage
Supposed to be the best day of our life.
Lovers hand in hand
trust stronger than the land
But after a year,
You’ve got to wonder
Is this marriage going south?
Am I scared to open my mouth?
You may start to learn
Things get bad.
Your spouse may hit you, beat you, and taunt you.
The may say they're sorry
but just wait
when everyone stops watching;
things just go back to the way they were.
That ring you wear shows the pain
and with every "I love you"
wounds open.
The emotional warfare rings on.
Those three words,
which should mean exactly as they say,
become an expectation,
you wouldn’t dare not say it back.  
Counseling is suggested,
but sorry to tell you,
some people don't change
They like to stick to their ways,
never admit wrong,
No, they never listen to the world's sad song
and blame everyone else for their problems.
How sad it must be
to be waiting for death to due you part
rather than to face the humiliation of divorce.
God pins you down saying, "You committed!"
God holds you accountable,
you are expected to stay with the "one"
but the "one" is the one who causes you pain.
The pain
people just don't see
Marriage isn't always bad
See, some marriages really are perfect,
life in the Barbie Dream House,
perfect spouse,
perfect kids,
perfect house,
Perfect car,
perfect job
perfect everything
But,
this poem is not about them.
This poem is about the marriages where abuse
has become a household term.
Kids expect mommy and daddy to be perfect,
after all
on Disney Channel they are
It’s sad how we are forced to look at statistics,
1 in 4 women will experience domestic abuse in their life time.
Men are victims of nearly 3 million physical assaults in the USA.
These things exist,
right in our own backyard.
Around the corner,
and down the block.
It’s almost like a don't ask, don't tell policy,
It’s like,
if you've been hit,
its "get over it"
and
"stop being dramatic"
"It could be worse"
But the thing is,
getting abused is not a good feeling.
It affects your body,
your mind,
and your soul
to the point where being broken is an everyday occurrence.
Abuse is abuse,
it doesn't matter what your excuse is.
It is never okay.

Love shouldn’t be fear
It should flow.
One to another.
It should be wonderful.
Love shouldn’t have to hide.
It should abide with life.
Pain was never meant for a couple.
Fists should not overtake kisses.
Love shouldn’t be shoved inside a closet,
Just waiting to be forgotten.
Love is beginning to lose its meaning.
Abuse has taken over a lot of people’s lives and relationships
Parents and children
Husbands and wives.

But, who knew it could all start,
when you gave your word,
you would stay
"Till death do us part"

you tell me you are just like everyone else.
and yeah, maybe you are
You tell me that you aren't the only one to yell.
also true
But what you fail to realize:
1. Most people do not torture their children
you have
2. Most people do not demote existence
you have
3. Most people think that injustice is real
you dont
4. Most people care about their family, and their emotions
you never have
5. Most people care about equality
you do not
6. Most people appreciate what they have
you think people owe you everything
7. Most people know what abuse is
you think everything is justified
8. Most people support their family
you have only brought us down
Look,
I know you can't be perfect.
But you have gone so far down.
You have shown me
how to be better than you.
You swear that when I have children,
I will be "just like you"
However,
my patience is more,
my love is more,
my passion is more.
You have taught me how to be nothing like you.
your own daughter,
says I am better than you.
Well,
maybe so
What you fail to realize:
**I am nothing like you

this wild ride I'm on
i really don't like it
this road I travel
is broken and cracked.
These memories I hold
stab my wrists.
Like I mirror,
showing everything through its body,
the world's twists and turns
and unexpected burns.
This place I live
seems to consume me.
Like a dog barks,
I cry.
seems like every day.
And I'm sorry that I could not hold it together one more day.
But its the memories that makes me scared.
The ones like this:
I can remember
going to bed.
I was so ready
to end the day.
I had just fixed my bed.
I climbed in
my bunk bed,
brother on top.
Suddenly,
I felt my leg getting pulled with an aggressive tug.
I saw his eyes
his eyes
they were studying me,
my fear induced face.
Then he swung me into my dresser.
A bang echoed through the house.
Brother crying,
mom lying
saying I deserved this.
He continued to slam
my eight year old body,
all over
my violent-infested room.
My back.
The pain.
No gain
After it ended,
I was told to stop crying,
to stop trying
Fear still invades my breath.
The mirror saw it all.
It never got to tell my story.
That mirror
has seen me cry,
and has seen me sop up my own blood.
It has seen me
burn myself
It has seen me
mock myself
and the mirror has seen him too.
Its seen all he's done.
All those things hang
on the wall above.
Mirror, liberate me.
Mirror,
free me,
from this hate infested dimension.

You.
I love you.
I love your voice, your laughter, and your eyes.
You.
Your presence makes me feel safe.
You.
I crave your lips against mine underneath the soft moonlight.
You.
I want you to hold me as we stare at the sky.
You.
I want to wake up to your tired blue eyes every morning.
You.
I fall in love with your smile everyday.
You.
I want to hold your hand as tight as I possibly can.
You.
I want to fall asleep in your arms as you whisper sweet lullabies in my ear.

roses are red
violets are blue,
but none more brighter
than my love for you