She will go out tonight
With hair higher than her standards
And heels higher than her self esteem
Looking for love
In all the wrong places

Building trust
Is like building a house of cards
One wrong move
And everything we built
Is destroyed
Our cards are on the table now
Shall we attempt to rebuild?

Ink floods these pages
Words cause more harm than good
Opening up old wounds
decipher feelings misunderstood

Reminiscing lost love
Analyzing mistakes made
Drowning in past feelings
Remembering all who betrayed

Putting pen to paper
Is my way to cope
Anger, lust, sadness, anxiety
Depression; a slippery *****

I must continue to write
To tear down these walls
Work through my issues
Before death I befall

Even though you’re the one that hurt me
I still want you to be the one
That holds me to make the hurt go away

I am a butterfly
I was once small and unappealing
I have grown to be
beautiful and awe inspiring

I am a lotus
I was once held back
by a muddy past
I have blossomed into a delicate flower

I am a Phoenix
I have lived to be burned
Only to rise from the ashes
Stronger, smarter, and more adept

I’d rather write than speak
My pen is always responsive
My ink doesn’t judge my mistakes
My paper doesn’t argue
My lines never cross me
My sentences never disappoint
And my words will never leave me

Through blood we are tangled infinitely
A sideways eight to let the world see
Just how much you mean to me

From this nightmare
I cannot wake

To wake up
I must first fall asleep

Oh blissful slumber
Please whisk me away
Take me to a place
With cotton candy clouds
So I can finally be freed
From this uneasiness
Keeping me awake

Shadows dance upon the walls
The clocks incessant tick
Why am I awake right now?
Because insomnia’s a ****

Your words already undressed me,
Before your hands got the chance.

Do not misinterpret my silence
As an absence of fortitude
I choose to raise my pen
Instead of my voice
Your spoken words
Will fade with time
My words will remain
Ink stained imprints on your mind
Long after I’m forgotten

I want to know every part of you

From your head to your toes
From the mole by your nose
To the smell in your clothes

From your hopes to your dreams
To the way your eye gleams
When you reminisce about past schemes

From your heart to your soul
From what makes you whole
To what makes you lose control

I want to know every part of you

I pen my poetry in ink
Instead of lead
Because I tend to ovethink
Then begin to dread

Criticize my own writing
Before the critics get the chance
My anxiety fighting
Telling me to erase with every glance

My work isn't good enough
Erase write repeat
Poems are just not up to *****
I should accept my defeat

So now I use ink
There is no going back
Nothing to rethink
No need to self attack

My words freely flow
From pen to page
Allowing myself to heal and grow
Displaying my poems on main stage

I pen my poetry in ink
Instead of lead
Because I tend to ovethink
Then begin to dread

Criticize my own writing
Before the critics get the chance
My anxiety fighting
Telling me to erase with every glance

My work isn't good enough
Erase write repeat
Poems are just not up to *****
I should accept my defeat

So now I use ink
There is no going back
Nothing to rethink
No need to self attack

My words freely flow
From pen to page
Allowing myself to heal and grow
Displaying my poems on main stage

She parted her lips
Like holy water
And he worshiped her skin
Like a born again believer

Some nights when I lay in bed
I think about what my future will look like
Other nights I wonder
If I want to be here to find out

Once again I am here alone
Struggling to pick up the pieces
Of a heart that’s been broken
One too many times

How do I put myself back together
When a piece gets left
With every person
That has left me behind

Your lips tell the simplest of lies
How much you love me
I’m beautiful in your eyes
How gullible can one be

I’ve forgiven before
I’ll forgive again
always coming back for more
Perhaps I live for the pain

Why can’t I just say no
Pack up my things
Finally let go
Stretch out my wings

My brain tells the simplest of lies
I need you, without you I’ll die

T.E.

In her bones
A cri de couer lies
Begging for liberation
From the ruminations
Her tongue infixed
Upon every inch
Of her beaten down body

I am a lonely book
On a dusty shelf
I am full of stories
Patiently waiting for a reader
To hang on every word
Read every line
Get lost between the pages
In my spine

Loneliest  is the moment
When you have no one to run to
The one that eases the pain
Is the one causing the hurt
Where do I go now? To whom do I turn?
Back to the lips that lied?
Back to the finger tips that betrayed?

The night is full of lonely people
With whiskey on their breath
And pain in their hearts
Watching the world pass by
With glassy eyes

Your touch still lingers
On my skin
Longing for the next time
Our bodies will meet again