You left me empty like the vacuum of space
Each portion of me aching to be filled
But instead, my insides felt like barren planetary bodies
Loose red soil provides no nutrients
All life ceased to exist long ago
Everyone dreams of being the first human feet on mars
But I wish only to terraform my broken heart

I sat beneath the willow tree, forlorn at life's love lost
A hooded man came up to me, with smile like winter's frost
Why child do you cry so much, he began his inquisition
His demeanor was unsettling and gave me deep suspicion

Emily, oh Emily, has left me high and dry
I expounded sadly, as tears formed in my eye
He laid a skeletal hand upon my sobbing shoulder
He looked at me with awful glee, and I lost my composure

What horrid wicked cruel thing do you have to say?
Oh, poor dear boy, a piece of advice to help you through today
You think of love,
You think it's sweet,
A wondrous thing,
Makes you complete,
You have romance,
But dear boy I entreat,
Consider this...
You dear sweet boy...
Earthly insect child...
You are all,
Raw meat

such a thing
a little kiss
my lower lip
sandwiched between yours

no small occurrence
as your lips
drew me in
and I lost

my grounded inhibitions
my smooth resistance
my very soul
drawn into yours

-------To My Wonderful, And Growing Hello Poetry Family-------
Your kindness lifts me like a broken bird
So gentle I lay in your strong hands
Which bandaged me, and saw me through
Nursing back my strength and will
And with you, I now fly

Your kindness guides me in my infant ways
Showing me what's right from wrong
Taking me to greater understanding
Molding my youthful mind
And with you, I now learn

Your kindness pulls me in, your broken-hearted friend
Gentle fingers caress my hair
Your smile encourages my expression
Never a barbed judgment against me
And with you, I now write

You throw money at me
People smile and slap my back
Full-ride my boy!
You are set for life
I can't stuff dollar bills in broken vertebrae
Your filthy cash won't balm my burns
Nor wipe away my bullet scars
Your ******* money can't ease my mind
It isn't patchworked convalescence for wicked dreams
I would trade all of the money in the world
I would knock down this castle of pennies
To not be nickeled and dimed
For a quarter of the functionality
That my body once had

Righteousness of action
   Assimilation despite protest
      Gesticulating invalid points
         Excommunication for beliefs
                              &
Hypercorrection to fit in
   Accountableness and your actions
      Thermodynamic reaction
         Excuse me for a moment

Please forgive my descent in anger