when I first met you
you were nothing more
than another face
but 6 months later,
you're the only face
I could ever find
in a crowded place

Always choosing,
The fact that you love me.

Harsh words sound like,
Sweet symphonies;

Insults are merely,
Compliments:
In a language i am still learning.

The foriegness of being loved,
Is what keeps me here with you.
Realization has struck, but my body refuses to move.
Oh, what have i done?

where do you think he is right now?
somewhere across the sky
writing love letters to a girl
who doesn't have a tint of green in her eyes
(he always said that was my most beautiful feature)
where do you think he is right now?
somewhere between the seas
sketching her undressed body
one free of bruised thighs
(he loved the purple against the white of my skin)
where do you think he is right now?
somewhere where the clouds run wild
watching the sunset, holding her hand
her nails aren't short and manicured
(he loved how mine were always neat)
where do you think he is?
somewhere where the memory of me floats
lying next to a girl with a birthmark on her neck
*(but he was still in love with the girl with a birthmark next to her mouth)

paint
with fire
the funny bone

the fence…

stray thing
from dog’s
ashtray

I have never stuttered in pen
misspoken in ink
or choked in my writing
the way I do
whenever I speak
my fingertips always know
the right words to say
my tongue is still learning

Bruises that weren't there before.
You fell? Ok, sure?
They beat you up again
don't deny it's always the same.
There is no end to their game;
they beat you up, beat you up and
beat you up again.
Bruises that weren't there before.
If you don't admit it, I can't help you anymore.

We all have material things we love, do we not?
A lot of them are now forgotten and lost
blankets
      books
           keys
              and even toys
but i will share a secret
a secret of a story you may know as well
in it is my favorite lost thing and here i will tell
but i don't care about the stories of lost toys
**because my favorite thing that is lost is that of the lost boys

Good days come and we want them to stay
then bad days come and they fly away

Standing outside
In the pouring rain
Watching through
The window pane

Your face illuminated
By the light
Wanting so bad
To make things right

Wish that I
Could come back home
Until that day
The streets I'll roam

A faceless person
In the crowd
Hurting so bad
I scream out loud

Without your love
I'm an empty shell
Living in
My own personal hell

Not having you
I'll walk this earth
Without any value
Or any worth

For you were the one
That made me whole
You filled my heart
And touched my soul

I'll love you till
My dying day
God I wish
You felt that way