The rib of man has evolved into something nice
Twice as elaborate
Twice as deceptive
Three times the con
Without knowing themselves
Whats fully going on..

The sun is always setting by the time its time to dawn
The clouds are never still
I watch them walk along
I wish i could go with them
I wish i was more strong
Pick apart the ribs
To find i wasn't wrong..

She said, "maybe we will meet again, in another lifetime or maybe we won't, we will continue searching for eachother lifetime after lifetime. Trying to find what we have now. It's a sad dark world out there, but between these sheets, with your skin pressing against mine. I feel no fear."

He said, "I love you." And her eyes shot bright like fireflies in the dead of night.

She pressed herself closer to him hearing his sigh of relief as her chest lays on his. Smiling, her caresses her cheek and kisses her forehead. Saying, "I will find you again when the worlds collide."

For once I wish
That you would kiss
These lips of mine
Just for a moment in time

To feel the rush of ecstasy
To save the time before it slips from me
To have you fully, deeply, presently
To shake thee earth with our feet

Share with you my only heart
Hoping to never grow apart
I am all I'll ever be
Sink with me into eternity

My mother has always told me to know my worth in someones life, and as I have grown I have noticed that only a certain few do I come first, which is sad to me. I am always using myself up for those who wouldnt use an 8th of theirself for me, not that I want anyone to use theirself fully up for me, but to really feel like I matter in someone life would be to die for, **** even if I had to die for some to realize that I was worth it all along. Thats why I try to show love and let others know the love I have for them. Not all take it seriously but love is serious, love is a power, stronger than iron, steel, or any other object that can take a beating or hold its own. But with the feeling of being second best it makes me feel angry, wasted, used, forgotten. But then I think of what my mother has said, know your worth, know you are worth the love you want and desreve. Return to yourself with love you have givin others, I am slowly learning my worth, slowly learning that I must stand tall and not be weak and take the love I want and don't want. What's left if for the other to know their worth and their strength. Know you are worth the love you want, know you are worth the love you need, be free with your heart and within yourself.

strangers hold up scoring cards as I pass by
6
4
8
3
i pretend not to notice them, but I do

I try to pretend like I enjoy talking about myself
when people ask me stupid questions about my life:
"where do you work?"
"how are the wedding plans coming?"
"are you going to school?"

all of which hold very little importance
so I shy away from them
perhaps it is because I do not feel worthy of such attention
cannot grasp that some people genuinely wish to know

I don't show love or interest like that
sometimes I am afraid that I am not capable of loving at all

but that-
is a silly notion
scrawled up on Lucifer's drawing table
he wishes for me to be miserable, as he is
why do I succumb to the lies

I feel incomplete sometimes (always)
and I wonder if Pacman feels like an incomplete ball of sunshine, too

"Sunshine," he calls me.

and I shrink from my lover,
because I don't know what to do with my darkness.

Shimmering lights, flashing in and out.
A glimpse into the sea.
Should I ever love another, could it be?
Time and life invested in a endless love.
For you are my only drug.
Sharing with you my wildest dreams.
Making sure to sew all the seams.
I could never stray away, being with you is like heaven. Endless understanding, from me to you, and this is a small bit of how it is to love an angel like you!

Its about time we dig ourself a lil deeper in the hole we call our home.