You should have listened to me.
They are not friends,
Never were; never should have let them in,
Look at you!

Now take a deep breath, honey, it’ll pass.
The white lies will keep you up at nights but it will get it shorter,
Like a palliative, but only a palliative.

“Cheers for another unborn child,
Rejoice for another felony.”

Keep crying, keep walking -
But don't look!

We both know one day this’ll all pass,
It's all good,
We're all good.

Honey, it’ll pass – you’ll pass,
So take a deep breath, and keep waiting.
Just                                                  
Keep standing still.

Little girl,
Stop dancing on your own; chasing
And biting – we aren't animals.
And I know it’s hard to change when
It’s your body you’re trying to hate
But unless you say you are ice and more,
We both know you’ll
Keep melting.

she's drowning from the toxic words
that escape from the
sweetest of lips.

"they'll tire out,
I just wait;
another shape will
come by, then they'll
stop looking at me."

Your lips are caged in my heart
And at times when I kiss them,
I tend to kiss myself too.

Your words are diffused in the palm of my hands and
I need to wash the ink away,
But I tend to forget that my body is paper
And forgetting you would mean
Forgetting a part of me as well.

Your name is clogged in my throat and
I need to cough it out -
But I'm afraid it's stuck on repeat
And I'm choking on these letters
Held close to the lungs that help me scream and
The heart that reminds me of the pain.
(I still love you)

I once had a whole heart
That was molested,
Torn apart into two
                      Sep
                            arate individuals
Where the left side used to kiss my feet and
The right used to curse her sister.

But then, someone stole the obsequious -
The amiable with her mirth!
And then I was left sparse
Because of all the valuable,
Why the softest core and not the
Toughest crust?

And from then on,
Tears fossilized inside my eyes
For they never touched the warmth of my cheeks,
My tongue slithered
No longer for your hands
But to halt mine,
And only my lips caressed
The safety of this remnant -
This,
This scarce, frozen heart -
For it has only but one lost
Soul to handle:
Me.