All of a sudden the fact that I am naked and he is naked scares me.
I feel barren,
I feel too open.
Toes on toes,
Lips on neck-
Grabs me from behind,
Turn around,
Stare into his eyes-
I say I love you and he says it back-
But now it's over and I am thinking of Her again.
I am too emotional.

I never know how important I am,
Or how much I mean to anyone.
I never know that I'm loved,
Or that I matter far more than I think.

I spend each day before a sheet of glass:
Pinching my sides, ******* in, sticking out, padding down- not looking into my soul, not seeing its beauty, forever unknowing that I am a gift.

My green-gray eyes are a filter for reality;
All I see is a black and white promise:
Of pretty equaling worth,
Of attention equaling happiness-

Envy feeds me better than food.

You told me to move on,
So I am,
Just like you say you have, too.

In fact,
I don’t think I even love you anymore.
I can’t love a person who hurt me the way you did,
And I have every right to feel that way.

I loved the person I made you out to be,
And you are anything but him.

You are a liar,

You are a cheater,

And you are a fool.

You never deserved me.

God is van gogh

Your eyes are his starry night,
Your heart is his yellow house,
Your smile is brighter than the days of arles,
And your love opens at eternity’s gate.

I am a sketch,
Lost in the wastebin-
My heart is its tears,
My page is unfinished,
And my love has been tossed away for better ventures.

Yet I am still art
And I am still beauty-
After all, without me,
Where would be his masterpiece?