When will my
                Weakness become strength,
How do       I become stronger than my
                Hopelessness ,
Yearning      for the peace that
                 Yielding would bring.

I don't know what's eating me alive
More

Maybe its because I can't let go
Maybe its because I think TOO much
Maybe its because I don't like the way things are
Maybe its because I'm tired of waiting
Maybe its because I wish I had told you the words I had left to say
Maybe its because I wish I wasn't so shy
Maybe its because I don't love myself the way I wish I did

I don't know what's eating me alive
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Every second that goes by thinking about you
Wanting to forget you

Or

**Regretting things I once felt was
Amazing

IF I DRUNK TEXT YOU
AGAIN TONIGHT
I WONDER IF YOU'LL REALIZE
HOW SAD I AM

IF I DRUNK TEXT YOU
AGAIN TONIGHT
I WONDER IF YOU'LL REALIZE
THAT I'M EMPTY

IF I DRUNK TEXT YOU
AGAIN TONIGHT
I WONDER IF YOU'LL REALIZE
I HAVE A PROBLEM

IF I DRUNK TEXT YOU
AGAIN TONIGHT
I WONDER IF YOU'LL THINK
I HAVE A PROBLEM

IF I DRUNK TEXT YOU
AGAIN TONIGHT
I WONDER IF YOU'LL REALIZE
HOW BAD I'M GETTING

IF I DRUNK TEXT YOU
AGAIN TONIGHT
I WONDER IF YOU'LL TELL ME
TO GO TO BED

IF I DRUNK TEXT YOU
AGAIN TONIGHT
I WONDER IF YOU'LL REALIZE
YOU'VE MADE A MISTAKE

Such a good young man,
If only they knew the side you keep hidden
The side that is darkened shadows that breathe my name
So sweet,
Indeed you are delicious
When fed to me from the depths of my very soul
On your knees with no questions asked
With a look, you do your job
Sweet and obedient
Good boys are
I keep you at my feet

My pretty little princess fair
Who dances in my ******* pink
How the people stop and stare
As from my depths you start to drink


Enough! No more frivolity
Suit up my pet
Bows tied and scented in heaven
Dressed in satin and lace
All hidden to the naked eye
And with every step
With every breath
You are lost in me

When I die, dear Mother
don't give my body away
to science.

I'd rather have it given away to poetry.

I want people to cut me open
and observe
how my bones were riddled with
melancholic verses of joyful pasts.

They have to see
the scarlet of my blood was the hue
I stole from the sunsets of
wishful thoughts.

Dear Mother,
give my body away
to the art of writing:
for they have to look past
everything they have ever learned.

They must know
of how much I loved and I lost,
and how that made the twine of my ribs
a story to tell.

Someone asked me the other day
"Do you like her?"
I thought for a second and smiled,
"Yes, yes I do."

"God, you're such a lesbian!"
I smiled and replied with,
"I know."
And kept on walking.

Later in the day
People were staring at me
And
Calling me names.

I held my head up
High
And smiled.

Nobody will stand in my way.

****** all the boys
in the army

win
war is over

still a lesbian

In the heartbeat she gave me,
would i give all to thee
once more.

I am surrounded by people
Who think my boyfriend is
Gay
Just because
He treats me with
Respect.