Hard to miss, you can take me home.
I'd rather be anyone than to be alone.
Marlboro-stained teeth
have my lips controlled.
Don't mistake the chemicals
for our souls.

I move with the waters inside your ribcage.
Because when I drown in you,
it's the perfect place.

Softly, please, taking off our clothes:
I can see the kisses that have left holes.
You've been acid-washed
by love that wasn't stronger.
Take off your armor,
so you can stay here longer.

Your face is as cold
as the place I found you in.
You can let go of the hurt
trapped beneath your skin.

I keep warm in your fire that beats fast.
To be alone with you, it to be, at last.

Hard to miss, I will take you home.
You can be anyone, rather than be alone.
Remove your shoes, but not your heart.
You can stay here, as our world falls apart.

Let me be alone
alone
alone
leave me by myself
myself
myself
I don't need anybody
anybody
anybody
Though I won't tell a soul
a soul
a soul
That someday I wanna be a
married woman
married woman
married woman.

I fell asleep after "Good Morning, Vietnam":

I can feel it all, in your hair.
Under trees.
Flying above the stratosphere.
My arms extended.
The skin burning off my torso-
struggling to breathe,
with a smile on my face.

(Canned laughter)

You're in a living room.
You are me.

I dug into my chest and petted my heart.
Groaning, the blood swam around my hands
and ate it's way up my forearm,
to my elbow,
to my neck,
to my chin,
to my lips.
"I can ******* blood,"
an internal piece of dialogue.

She whispers in your ear,
"I know who you are."
I am you.

I cut my voice on the air, calling out for her.

Why'd you abandon me?
I love you so ******* much.

Why'd you abandon me?
I love you so ******* much.

(Canned laughter)

Why'd you abandon me?
I love you so *******-

You are in my room.
I am you.
We are everything,
and we are nothing.

That's my mirror.
It's shattered.

Hey, there I am on the ground.

There's a brunette, mediocre poet.
It's shattered.

And on my hand are specs of heated sand,
sleeping in my skin-
a glass garden.

How can one find schizophrenic kisses
in a reflection.

(Canned laughter)

I said, "How can one find-"

I have never been so *tired

Let me open
With some offensive
Words

Im not
a christian
I bet that hurts

Dont tell me
God
Will help

I dont
believe
that way

Dont tell me
Pray
No one will hear what i say

Stop telling me
My problems
Have a singular cause

Letting Jesus in
Wont heal
All my flaws

I wont be less depressed
If i worship
A diety

I wont have less stress
If he takes the load
For me

Happiness comes through work
Health through living right
Not through the powers of some guy in the sky

If this find your collection
If you happen to read these words
Dont tell me ive offended
Dont tell me ill learn

Just scroll past
Or read through
Your disagreement
Cannot prove

A hard place to be
Different; and an easy
Place to become hurt.

Everyday she takes on the mask.

She pretend to be something, just so she can fit in.

When she comes home, she takes of the mask in the mirror, and keep question herself about who she is.

If we weren't so judgemental we would have get too know so many souls, you cant even know.