My lover asks me:
"What is the difference between me and the sky?"
The difference, my love,
Is that when you laugh,
I forget about the sky.

Lines like luscious lips
That twist and tangle around my mind
Kissing my senses and igniting my inspirations
I play with your words
Day and night and fight my loneliness
My greatest strife
Fantasies tantalize the lids of my eyes
The stories
The raw emotions
Oh how I love the  poets

The first boy to break me was irish
the second, jewish
the third had blonde hair and a perfect smile
the fourth hurt especially because of his innocent eyes and pure mind
the fifth is still my friend
the most recent is breaking me madly, people say he looks like my brother
maybe that's why he beat me with a smile, and laughed like it was joke

Sippy cups to shot glasses
Skinned knees to broken hearts
Puppy love to marriage*

Why must the bliss be replaced with
Remorse and sorrow?
What ever happened to the time of cooties and boys being “icky”?

Soon baby dolls will be replaced with infants,
And sports cars will take the place of your hot wheels.

Sleepovers turn into obscene rumors.
Chubby cheeks turn into eating disorders.

I’m not ready to grow up yet.
I want to stay naive to reality,
Let me stay ignorant.

It’s inevitable that we have to grow up sooner or later
But why sooner than later?

There comes a point without expectations
Where slit wrists look beautiful
and eating disorders become your cure

You'll start to love naps
and resent people

You can cry but no one will notice
and you won't want them to

There's a point where blood is mellifluous
tears are sweet
bones are marvelous

There's a point where you
and your bed
become lovers;
One can't live without the other
and if you didn't have dreams to escape to
even though they tease you
no one would be living