A fountain of rain
falls from her hair the way
men jump from airplanes.
Droplets plummet to her shoulders
and roll off towards her fingers.
Water streaks her body,
painting her with a cold damp
brush. She stands there cold
and shivering but will not move.
So stubborn. Why is she
an evergreen withering a storm.

Simple, she wants to show
her demon, he has not won.

[DK]

I have bruises,
From my stupidity.

I have cuts,
From my pain.

I have scars,
From my past.

But I still get up every day,
Just like you.

Your unexposed skin,
Has no match for what mine has seen.

My skin, not only has had battles with others,
But myself.

Your skin is clean,
Fresh and innocent.

My skin is scarred,
From my own hands.

© Regan

I saw him.
I fell in love with him.
He stole my heart.
I love him.

I saw them.
They fell in love.
He broke my heart.
I loved him.

i yearn to hear the voice that once lied
i crave the lips who kissed another
the hands who held mine one hour, but another's the other
the warm embrace then felt like he was putting me back together
just to break me...once again
yes i am in love with a boy
who broke me to pieces
but also who sent tingles down my spine
and one who knows me more than i know myself
this boy
is the reason i trust people too much
because i think everyone
is like him
i don't fall in love oh so easily
but when i do
i fall hard