The mind is hidden,
Where shadows remain.
Blood is spilled,
Leaving a dark stain.

For the heart,
It can sometimes die.
And tears will fall,
That will never dry.

I am ******,
With both future and past.
To be never forgiven,
For the things I have cast.

Tip the glass to my lips.
Cunning eye and trembling fingers
watch the sick-green liquid slide
passed clenched white teeth.
They stain with the flow
Across the tongue and Down, Down, Down,
into my very soul.
My chest hitches.
I cough in surprise
- or pain.
You cannot tell for sure . . .
Our eyes lock,
Surprised wonder meets lusting orbs of excitement.
As the burning courses through my limbs
You lean closer, intent on every agonized detail.
A wicked grin chases across your face
when the tremors finally cease.
My head falls back.
The world goes black.
And then . . . at last - there's peace.

I'm wallowing again.
stuck in another rut
like a mudder who took
one too many chances.

!I couldnt possibly pull myself out of that!"
the mudder yells,
but  you gently remind him
that he's full of ****.

You take a step back.

Breathe.
One.
Two.
Three.

Hello, nice to see you again.
For a moment
I was lost.

I'm sure we don't have anything in common anyway, I'd be so obviously awkward around you that I'd starve in fear of biting my lip instead of my burger.

I'm pretty sure a boy like you really wouldn't want anything to do with me- I'm a little self conscious and like to play video games until I get heart palpitations which might lead to a brief moment of panic.

I've never really had experience with random make out sessions, so I wouldn't even know how to make the first move to kiss you (if I wanted to.)

I'd probably step on your toes every time we tried to dance and  if we weren't physically dancing, my words would get smushed around like a slippery dance floor.

I'm pretty sure that a boy like you wouldn't want a thing to do with a girl like me- Every morning I'd bore you over every little detail of my dreams- Bore you while you sip your coffee, do you even like coffee?

I'm sure we really don't have anything in common anyway- Most of the time I'll pretend to know what you're thinking, I'll demolish your French Fries before we leave the drive thru at Burger King- Because I only eat them hot...you probably hate Burger King, don't you?

Some days I take a really long time in the shower and I leave my clothes on the floor, I won't let you touch me unless I can feel you with my heart- out of belief that the thing called  "feeling" is more then skin deep...This is another reason why we'd probably never work, I'd love you with all my heart, Everything I have, I'd throw down all my chips like a cheap game of poker...

It's all, or nothing.