I may be ******* the outside
but if you. look closely you'll see
that I am delicate


no more than thin glass
easily breakable
and already shattered


A mosaic of pain
woven in detail to create a dysfunctional me
pieces shoved together haphazardly together in glue
to abstractedly resemble what was once new
and naive

She was an ocean
during a storm
with the tide raising
            up
               up
                  up
and I was wading through your frigid waters
with stones in my pocket
but your love was worth drowning in

I soak
  My pillows
              In tears
So often
   That they've
                Begun
To grow mold

I wish that, for once when I heard

I Love You

There wasn't an expiration date attached.

I think
   I outsource love
Because
   I don't believe
I deserve my own

If I was there
  I'd run my fingers through his hair
Tell him how much I truly care
  I'd sing to him softly
and kiss him loftily
I would talk about non-sense
and everything of importance

If I was there
I wouldn't be in such disrepair.

A simple kiss
one gentle caress of the lips
a small tug of the hips
Sends my thoughts in a twist
  and my judgment to miss

It's utter bliss
and complete oblivion

Head over heels
My worlds upside down
with you in it's center spinning 'round
and bringing me down.

3/12/2014