Sweet,
            Juicy,
                      Tasty,
                                fruit.
             Forbidden,
      but
so
    are
          all
               Things
                             that
                awaken
the senses.

Every now and then the memory of you creeps in and steals a moment of my time.
Then, without warning a train of emotions slam into my body and I can do nothing but listen to my bones crack and my heart breat rapidly louder than the drums of my ear can take
I am waiting to implode.
The weight of the train threatens to tear my body limb from limb my fleash is screaming in agonizing pain and then...
breath, it is over the train no longer weights me down... breath.

I pick myself up and then continue to wonder down this familiar track, I hope to find someplace, no someone, no something where I may dock whats left of me before the next train departs it station.

Happiness  [Proper Noun] - The place where sadness no longer exists. Here I am  contempt, my roots are nourished and my mind converts criticism into serotonin.

God sent you
Me.
But you threw
away your blessings.

So many of you are toxic Christians but don't know it because you pray so much you forget to open your eyes and look at the real world

When they say love is blind
it is not a euphenism to justify your lover
being aesthetically displeasing.
Most of us dont fall in love with ogre's
who rescue us from barren castles.
What they mean to tell you is that
Prince Charming is who will take away your sight.
Love is synonymous with being blind.

Too caught up in his dreamy eyes
to ever break your gaze.
His lushes hair weaves perfectly in
between your fingers as you tug on it.
You will close your eyes and allow his lips ravish yours.

Closed your eyes shall remain as the bright crimson cloth waves in the wind,
you will mistake the sound for your heart beating faster.

The taste of his lips will linger only for a brief moment on your tongue,
sweet,
don't be fooled by this taste,
ethylene glycol is a sweet poison.

At times when I'm alone
I think about Simone.
I think about her poetry
and how much her locks have grown,
I wonder if she is still healing
and I pray for her to any messiah.
Simone is just a girl mistreated by a cruel world.
I hope Simone is praying and I hope that it is heard,

I hope that God is female because
praying to a man would reignite her pain.

Knight
in armor
your pride and
your prejudice corrode
away the joints of your
armor. Rusted into a stationary
singularity you are but one 
moment in an indefinite timeline,
your moment  has passed and
will not collide with my
celestial being once more 
this galaxy is my
playground and
you are just
a spec in
time.

Dont try to analyze me you will see way too much meaning in something as simple as I am.
I am not a trick question
I am exactly what I appear to be.
My moods might shift in accordance with the weather but I will treat you the same no matter how dark the clouds are
I will accept what you give me without question what you give me is your perception of my worth not my own.
I will follow your lead and treat you the way you treat me I hope your okay with me pulling a you on you.
I am a simple question but my worth will confuse you simple questions never count this much in a test,
don't fail me.

Healing is reactive, when you have been broken as many times as I have.

I heal quickly to minimize scaring as my heart is already a World War 2 scene.

Dug into and dismantled,
Patched back together with quick fix glue.

I grow back fractions of my missing heart like lizards grow back tails, they disregard what they don't need and flee back to safety.

Recovery at the cost of growth but a small whole heart must be better than a big broken one.

My body has been denounced to sin

                       My mind corrupted with anarchy

      My soul is devoid of peace

            Restlessness has become familiar to me

    I am disconnected from my own reality

                      Time is moving but I am standing still

    I am stagnating forward and sprinting backwards

            I am trying to find the light but my eyes are sown shut

   I have lost all energy to fight so the world is beating me up

            My paradoxical really is swallowing me whole and
        spitting out my bones and I can't help but ask myself
     if this is all worth it?

All my life I have been a burden,
my mind can not comprehend the thought of someone loving me and my heart is familiar to loving but unfamiliar to someone loving me back.

My mother has been an amazing provider but has continued to be a terrible communicator and an even worse emotional support but not a day in my life did she let me go hungry.