It's hard to watch her suffer
Tears streaming down her face
Collecting at her cheekbone,
Then falling onto the bedsheets all at once

She's crying over you again
I suppose it's a mixture of the lying and cheating
I wonder if I should tear into you like an unwrapped Christmas present
Though, I suspect Karma will suffice
For she's not creating these rivers of tears for nothing, my dear
Good luck.

Maybe the answer is not to fight the word,
But to change the stigma placed upon it.

I dream
Of the twinkling stars
The glowing moon
The dewy grass

I dream
Of my future
My extraordinary career
My beautiful family

But most of all,
I dream
Of you
Holding me under the dark sky
And creating a perfectly messy life together

*** silences my emotionality
For thirty minutes,
Sanity

We don't have to like each other
For thirty minutes,
There is no love to discover

Animosity
For thirty minutes,
Nobody is asking for honesty

One day I will figure it out
But for these thirty minutes,
You're all I'm about.

We worry about the way people perceive us;
Pounding makeup into our overworked pores
Claiming the raunchy clothing makes us happy
And praying to God we don't embarrass ourselves.

It's as if societies configurations of who we are holds the immense power to truly define each and every one of us,
That their words, their intense language, controls our destiny.

Unfortunately, only you hold that power
You can opt to listen to the voices of those who wish only to see you crumble,
Or you can decide for yourself, that you will be much more than that.

Choose wisely.

Sleep deprivation is knocking at the door
It asks to come inside
"No, most definitely not!"
For I must lay here, awake
But you are tired ma'am, you must sleep
"No! If I were to sleep, I will dream of him"
You are only hurting yourself, ma'am.
"I couldn't possibly hurt anymore than I do right now"
Then why don't you sleep, ma'am,
*Why don't you sleep?