it has been exactly a month
since I tasted salt on my tongue
and felt sand between
the ridges of our blankets.
the only thing I ever learned
from my parents
was that a boy
who loves his mother infinitely
would love me just the same
and you would've given yours
the world;
when you kissed my throat
could you taste the waves again?
I am so desperate to be the deepest parts of the earth-
I have veins like rivers
and you could dip your hands in.
my whispers may be cloudy
but my mouth is a cavern
the noise produced is dark-
you stole my sunshine, and you know
I don't think I've ever been so pale.
translucent and glowing like ice packed in piles beneath the stairwells
(in the neighborhood
where nobody knows my name)
it is warm but I love you just the same.
winter frosted the windows
shut for us
and when you dragged me
in front of the mirror
I was wide eyed and shaking
and you made me look
at my reflection-
"you look so beautiful"
the whole planet
should have looked in at the girl
with the cigarette
shaking between her lips,
and the bruises on her hips,
with the veins like rivers,
the cavern mouth
filled with diamonds,
that were planted by your kiss-
one day, I will be carried by the wind
or rushing through the sea-
and you will peer down at yourself
in the ripples of water,
see your reflection,
and you will look so beautiful.

The hardest part
About writing
Is trying to speak
About someone
Who takes your breath away.

There are no words to describe how much
You mean to me,
You are beyond my world

There are no words to explain how much
I love you,
I have never loved like this before

There are no words to tell you how much
I miss you,
I feel a void the second we part ways

There are no words to express how much
I need you in my life,
The thought of a day without you causes me physical pain

There are no words to explain how beautiful
I think you are,
The world has no equal in my eyes

There are no words to describe how much
I want you,
You are the first person I think of when I open my eyes and the last person on my mind when I close them for the night

There are no words to describe how sweet you are,
I love watching you interact with others
It makes me smile

There are no words to describe how much
I lust for you,
I long for your touch, your kiss,
your smell, your sweetness
(Mmmmmm)

There are no words to explain how much
I see us together,
When I close my eyes I can see it
When I open them I can feel it

When I am with you I just know it

There are no words

my body shatters upon impact with any
innocent glance belonging to someone
i feel is capable of the damage
i have become so fragile under
sometimes i feel like the dishes
you smashed against your walls
and other times i feel like the
dripdripdrip coming from your
bathroom sink faucet, it's there
but you don't notice it.
the point is, all i am are fractions
of you while the real me is
trapped in every empty sigh
you released every time i said
"i love you" in hopes you'd repeat
but knowing you wouldn't

your teeth are still dug into my
shoulder, your nails have made
a graveyard of my back
i am going to pull every single
one of them out and i hope
i hope you feel it

You're sick of my actions,
I'm sick of your lies.
Sick of the fighting,
sick of everyone being
so uptight.
Sick of the disagreements
though they occur,
sick of the talking,
don't have to say a word.
Sick of the unfair,
sick of the unkind.
Sick of the immature,
sick of the impossible.
Sick of the narrow-minded,
sick of my mind
being indulged by
paranoia.

Perhaps something doesn't go well.
So what?
We are a world, we have each other
to help keep it spinning.

But we're sick of working.
So think twice before calling in sick.
Your'e needed.
Because we're sick of the quitting.

Waking up in your room
for the last time.
Your family prepares you breakfast
in your home kitchen.
Moving in sounds scary.
It is,
but as the days go on you will see
College has it's good and hard times.
The people you meet
Will either mend your life
or break your heart.
This is a place where
we explain our pasts,
we find our love,
and crying is always allowed.
The drama will occur,
And we learn to let go.
We learn capabilities within us
that were never trusted of us in
High school.
Those days are done, and here is the new beginning.
So take a deep breath,
and give many chances.
To the school, the people,
And you.

To some,
I am lost.
To them I say,
*"I am but a wanderer."
And those who wander,
Are not always lost.