Pain slices through his heart
As he watches her
Once again
Beat herself with that
Whip of Intolerance
Each time he is Stunned
By the Violence
She directs at herself
His heart bleeds
As he wonders....
          as he wonders
If she will ever find
Acceptance and Tolerance
Of her self
That she so freely gives to others

I remember him so much better when the lights are off
In the dark
I can almost see it
The imprint of his body in my sheets
There
As if he never left
It seems they cannot forget him either
I can practically see it
The shape of his long legs and how perfectly they intertwined with mine
In the dark
I can almost feel the imprint of his hands
On me
Inside me
Caressing my soul with his shine
Leading me home
His hands
So rough
Yet soft
Like silken sheets
His sheets
That knew not of where I began and he ended
And if they could speak they'd have much to say
But would find no words worthy

The first time we kissed, I wrote you a poem with my tongue
I tucked it in right in the back of your mouth, between your gums and all that darkness
I never said anything but I tasted it all on your tongue
I tasted all of your pain, and inhaled all of your lonely
Even then
beneath my mouth
you still didn't feel like a person
you only felt like home
I wrote you a poem with my tongue
and I wonder if I kissed you like a heart beats
soft to slow
slow to quick
would I find my poem still nestled where I placed it
I wonder if my words helped **** the bitter alone
I wrote you a poem with my tongue
when we first traced scars and shared past lives
when we first shared our DNA
and I guess after all this time
what I want to say is
even underneath all that pain and lonely
there is a star hidden within those petals you call a mouth
that there is a sweetness to that bitter
that you are still my only home

I closed my eyes,
and touched my soft lips.
tracing its shape,
I had a flash back,
to a time when he kissed me.
his kiss wasn't a benevolent,
loving kiss,
not something I would love to think about,
or reminisce,
but the flash back struck a part so deeplu hurting,
I tried to fight off the thoughts of him kissing me.
His kiss hurt me.
it was done out of desire and selfishness.
it didn't mean anything to him,
but to me it did.
like a nightmare,
that kiss still haunts me.
and to this day,
I fear to kiss anyone in fear of being *****.