An open mind-
An open mind is
        An open door
        An open window
        An open book-
        An open book
                Full of blank pages
                        Nameless
                        Wo­rdless
                        Silent
                Paper before the ink-
                        Ink
                                ­My tears are droplets
                                of ink that I cry into
                                poetry
                     ­   Ink
                                My blood is droplets
                                of ink that I bleed
                                into poetry
                        Ink
                              ­  My sweat is droplets
                                of ink that I work
                                into poetry
                       Ink
                                Tears, blood, sweat
                                Salty
                     ­           Like the sea
                       Ink
                               A bottle of
                                       Stories unwritten
                                       Words unsaid
                                       Promises broken
                       Ink
                               Emotions that I bottle
                               up and reveal only in
                               my writing
                               Things that could've
                               been and almost were
                               if not for
An open mind

You were made
In that awful place
Where you learned
The way of things
Where you learned
The truth of life
Or so you were told
I wish I knew
How to prove
That the creature
Who taught you
Never really knew
The way of things
They only knew the horror
That they taught.

Stab me right in the face
With the words from your mouth
Who not ten days ago, spit sugar.

Kick me right in the teeth
With the feet that has walked with me
Away from the darkest of my past.

Punch me in the lungs
The lungs that have held air that will never be as sweet
The same ones
And the hands that caressed my cheek
As your lip met mine and the world went away

Scratch me in the arms
That once was wrapped around our love
But that love is battered
Beaten
And gone.