I've been thinking about your lips,
And of the people who met them before me.
And I just can't comprehend the finality of that moment,
That your lips touched theirs for the last time.
It's been 8 hours since I kissed you last
And every fibre of my body is longing for you;
To feel your breath between my lips,
To ******* future on your tongue.
Urgent and delicate;
Because no one kiss is ever enough.
With my fingers in your hair
And your body pressed against me,
I'll pull you closer still,
The space between us though barely existent is far too great.
I can still hear your voice in my ear,
Breathless and whispered.
Say my name.
Yours rolls off my tongue without control.
You've got me so high,
I don't ever want it to end.
Your kiss is in my veins,
And I need another hit.

I'm a little high now baby
I'm a little
High

Flash me that smile and
Take me to bed

I've put ink in my skin,
To simulate healing.
For the most part it works,
I regain some feeling.

And that's why I am
The girl that you see,
Through so many attempts
To get back to me.

I'll get ink over scars,
But they're one and the same;
They both stand to show
That I've overcome pain.

So I'll cover this body
With these works of art
To try and distract
From my marshmallow heart.

She used to call me by my sister's name,
I guess I can see how we look the same.
But now she looks at me with pain on her face
As she can't find a single name to place.
I'm almost afraid to see her again.
Forgetting me is no longer an "if" but a  "when".
I thought it would take longer but it's getting worse,
Mistaking her home for a hospital and me for a nurse.
I can see her eyes are full of fear.
She blinks. She's forgotten I'm here.

Sometimes I think I'm over it,
And sometimes maybe I am.
But it doesn't mean that I forget
The sting of your raised hand -
How could I?
I know you think that we are fine,
But my smiles are a lie
I think about it all the time.
Now maybe it was all the drink,
Or you're just not angry anymore
But tell me what am I supposed to think
When you walk through that door?
You've stumbled home,
And I can see that glazed look in your eyes
I still make sure that I'm not alone,
And tell myself that I'm not five
(Or nine,
Or twelve)..
Riddle me this;
Was it as bad as I recall
Or could I not see that it was mostly bliss
Until you sometimes hit a wall?
(it was never a wall)
But still you made me who I am,
See I promised myself I'd never settle
For another hateful little man,
I'll wear this strength just like a medal.
So maybe I should thank you,
How ****** up would that be?
I don't know maybe I'm confused
But I'm **** proud of being me.
Tough love or hate; I still wont break
So hey look at me now
Can't you see I'm ******* great
Come on and take a bow.

I don’t know where home is anymore
No cherry blossom trees
Or familiarity,
But a roof over my head
And a fold-out bed.
I’m not the same me
That I was at seventeen,
Scars and the sea
Kept her from me.
I never built any bridges
Just a rope ladder with frayed edges,
So my hands may be splintered
But I’ll make it back for winter.
See I don’t know enough of life,
To try and make this right.
Because this family, in reality,
Might be strangers to me.
And I don’t have the strength
To break again.
I don’t know where home is anymore.