Throughout the years friends have been few,
(But when loyal, one friend will do;)
I never got close enough to make foes,
'I kept my distance' - as the saying goes

No birds, cats or dogs live in my house,
And I hesitate to count that mouse
That I've seen scampering down the hall.
(How dare he breach my castle wall!)
I fear he soon will  have a mishap . . .
Morning will find him dead in the trap.

But what resentment swells inside me
Thinking of all that's been denied me:
True love, contentment, happiness,
A hand to hold, a warm caress,
The passion with which I long to be kissed . . .
Alas! I've none of these treasures to list.
Such poverty I'm ashamed to declare,
My heart is starving . . . the cupboard is bare

Well, I guess my inventory's complete,
A grim tally, more sorrowful than sweet;
Ah, but then what right have I to complain?
I've a vast surplus of sorrow and pain,
A broken heart and buckets filled with tears . . .
What a stockpile I've amassed o'er the years!

But if Fate could rewrite my Book of Days
Changing these tears to laughter and bouquets,
This dreary house, haunted by lonely hours
Would be a dwelling filled with mirth and flowers

Difficult
doesn’t even go anywhere near
where we find ourselves
tonight
gasping for breath
nothing clear
except which one of us
orders the next
beer

One,
Of the ways you call my name,
Are two,
Of the reasons I always stay.

Especially when three,
Of the times you kiss my cheek,
Has given me four,
Of the reasons to skip on my feet.

I kissed you at five,
Of the times we went out.
I think I have about six,
Of the reasons for my heart to lose count.

So I must be in love to be losing count.

As we stared down at my bed,
the unrumpled sheets military made
awful thoughts ran though my head
and refused to fade away.
We took off each other's clothes,
my hands shaking like leaves
and right before he laid me down I froze
"I don't think I can do it," I breathed.
And that's when he pulled me in close,
our bodies throbbing with heat,
and that's when I realized I loved him the most,
that he was the one that made me complete.
And as he gently lowered me onto the sheets
the fears I had felt began to retreat...

Read my words
and know
in the simplicity
and confusion
of them
you
have a chance
to know me

That name used to be different
It used to sound so gentle
Now it sounds like a rusty saw
Gnawing at my existence

Its been years yet I still see you
Hiding in my despair
You’re the blonde I saw in the bookstore
Or the one laughing at the fair

I wish you’d leave me alone
But the scars you cut are deep
I watch them contort my soul
As if that’ll help me sleep

You ruined my ******* life
Took the fire from my heart
I am nothing but ice now
A statue, a mockery of art

Burn in hell

My confidence
Is the biggest lie
Ever told

Yet people still treated me
As if I was durable
And were disappointed
When I shattered

The only words that fell
From my tear stained lips
As I brutally hit the floor

“Never trust a pretty vase”