my house would be a lot better if
the kinks were all worked out

if the water wouldnt get so hot
i think i might get burned

if the water wouldnt get so cold
i think i might get frostbite

if i had my own room
instead of sharing with my sister

if my brother wouldnt pester me
about how he needs help
with everything

if my mom wouldnt yell at me
because my dads being mean

if my dad wouldnt annoy everyone
because he thinks hes being funny

if my cat wouldnt jump on my bed
and knock everything off

if my dog wouldnt bark so loud
at the slightest sound

if my hamster wouldnt always
get stuck in the stupid wheel

if i could actually sleep at night
instead of crying for hours

my house would be a lot better if
there werent so many reasons
for it to not feel like a home.

you called
me so many
names i could
barely keep track
but i did and i can't
help but wonder how
i let you hurt me so often
or how i managed to stay sane

She smells like marmalade
and Christmas trees.
She cuts her heart
where she places her knees.
She smokes in the park,
under the skating skies.
She makes me upset
and sometimes I make her cry.

Over in the dark,
she plays in the snow.
And if she feels cold,
I touch her chest
but I don't know.

Bask in the bark:
our names on a tree.
Carved with the knife
that she swung at me.

She says she's drowning in my ocean,
but I feel no emotion.

Her words suggest our bond
is as strong as a noose.
But she only loved me
when I was something to lose.

Banter is but trifle...as anything less
than the sound of wind through wings;
all else is just breath past lips
to raise nothing more than a fading voice
to a wanting ear.