She said get off your ******* knee
If you're looking for my guarantee
A certificate won't help you, see;

The last thing I'll be is claimed
Cause too many times I've been maimed
By wild promises that couldn't be
Tamed

Cause she don't want to be a statistic
And loving shouldn't need contracts or logistics
Its melted into us
Read the cryptics

She said the only rings I want to see
Are the ones around your eyes when you're 83
And you've still got that gleam when you're look at me

Someone told you once
a soul mate is not the person
who makes you the happiest,
but the one
who makes you feel the most.
Who conducts your heart
to bang the loudest,
who can drag you giggling
with forgiveness from the cellar they locked you in.

It has always been him.

His hands are ice,
Sharp like broken glass,
But he says, "Come here,
The cold won't last."

So you hand him your heart,
With a smile on your face,
His hands are ice cold,
But your heart is in flames.

He says, "Trust me,
You'll melt me to a puddle,
Fire and ice,
We'll make such a nice couple."

So you give him your all,
With a smile on your face,
And you fall and you fall,
Toward your icy embrace.

He squeezes his hands,
With your heart inside,
He didn't melt, put your flames out,
But you smile and say everything's fine.

Then you say, "That's okay,
My flame comes from within.
I'll take my frozen broken pieces,
Reconstruct and shine again."

I don't know how to write happy
When I do, it sounds tired and sappy
So I write the truth
About how I am sad...

My poetry is the kind that gets stuck in your throat
It leaves a bad taste
And it makes you choke

I write things that stick inside of your brain
Words that trap you deep into my pain
I tangle you up in my sad tales spoken
Allowing you to see that I am  broken

I'm dead....... inside some place i can hide it i don't even fight it if there was a god he would save me from this despair i can't compare my pain to the throbbing in my head all the voices screaming while the ***** is swirling through me making it hard to stand i look down at my blood covered hands and the ****** knife across the room i fall down and i feel so dead trying to stand back up was a mistake so much blood i couldn't take it i just lay and die no tears no crying just sit there like a man drinking the rest of the ***** in my blood covered hand anyone to save me now nope no jade my life starts to fade so dim as if some one turned off the lights i see the flash backs from all those restless nights I'm glad I'm dead no more pain no more misery no more fake people to claim they love me

You used to be a lovely daffodil that blooms in May, but now you're just a withered flower in a winter day.*

a.k