Tell me,
tell me please,
while my lips are parted your tongue smooth and wet.

Tell me,
tell me please,
while my heart is pounding out from under my naked breast.

Tell me,
tell me what you want from me and I will  answer yes!

We are loved by you
and this we know is true.

Every shoe you helped us tie
every homework paper you made sure was done
every pillow fight we almost won
every bedtime
you took the time
before turning out the light
to kiss us
and hug us
and tell us good night.

All the times you told us to
eat all our vegetables
no snacks before meals
go to bed on time
don't lie, cheat or steal
be nice to yours sisters
don't torment the cats
your toys, shoes and clothes
are not meant to be floor mats
so pick them up
off the floor
and when you leave to go outside
DON’T SLAM THE
door....

It's Love, not blood that define the ties that bind a family.
You are half of us and we are half of you.
Because you are loved by us
and we are loved by you.

I'm crazy,
it's in the blood they gave me.
These hand me down genes so tight I can’t get comfortable sitting
my seems are always on the verge of splitting
at any moment
crazy. . .

I kiss her lips
wipe her tears
make love to her body
taste the salt of her skin
and then
I watch her run back to him
again and again and
again

I found you yesterday
exactly where I left you
in an old shoe box
on the far end of a crowded shelf.
It was the perfect place, to place
the only photo of you
I decided not to burn
the night you decided to finally tell me  
it was best if I moved on.

At that time
I thought It would take a lifetime
to undo all my heart strings
they were so tightly tied to you.

They had been bound to you since that first night.
We lay intertwined until we saw first light
and when your eyes met mine
you looked at me
like a soldier coming home
you held onto me
as if inside my chest
beat the purple heart you had earned

too soon we learned
what a battlefield love can be.
You and I marching like soldiers with our flags drawn
unable to recognize each other while looking
down the barrels of the guns we were holding
when all I really wanted you to do
was hold me.
Wrap your arms around the parts of me
you told me were broken.

I broke down
as you broke away
after I said I needed an I do, and you said
"I won't"

In time you'll find a lover to fill the emptiness in your bed.

And I too will find another to squeeze this pain from my head.

Goodbye felt like a eulogy and we where the dead.

You telling me you still love me, where the sadist words ever said.

It was the way you loved me
when you loved me
that kept me holding on to the idea of us
long after I felt you had let go.

Monday:
Milk and feed your freaky pretend farm animals.

Wednesday:
Filter **** the **** out of all your photos before posting them to your timeline.

Friday:
Stalk your ex- significant other and their new **** lover.

Saturday:
Blow three sheets to the wind and login
when Facebook asks “What's on your mind”
tell your friends what you're really thinking.

Sunday:
Wake up and read all the misspelled epithets in the rant you wrote about every friend that you pretend to LIKE but really don't.
Finally decide to temporarily deactivate  your account.

My heart skips beats inside my chest
like a child skipping stones across a pond of regrets.
My pillow soaked with tears and sweat,

I’m dreaming of you again. . .

Bare bone
and bathed
in the dawn of
impalpable youth.
The skin I’m in
a canvas begging
to be touched
painted on by an artist
with a passionate brush.