Don't love me.
Watching you
through my two camera lenses -
my honey-golden eyes
reflecting in the lusting
sunset.
They captivate,
mesmerize.
Two tiny pills
begging to be swallowed,
releasing hallucinogens
into your blood
as it boils.
Don't love me.
You believe my lies.
Pretty, like the lace dress
you watched slip to the floor.
You prayed
as I made you prey.
Devouring you
and your innocence.
Don't love me.
I took your trust
and your truth
replacing it with my lust
my body
my lies.
Don't love me.
You deserve the world.
And I,
to be alone
with my self-loathing,
searching soul,
and a cup of tea.
Don't love me.

The fatal happiness erupts
from my every pore as I release you
into the wind like a balloon.
The string
once tied to my wrist -
was an anchor.
Away you go
into thin air
like you had never existed before.
Warmth begins to fill the frozen holes
within my being
and light bubbles to the brim
ready to show the world.
This new excitement,
wrapped around me,
burns with flames
of new found passion
and of thrill.
That feeling,
again ignited,
within my heart --
which tremors a bit in return
with the reminiscence.
I had never thought
happiness was possible,
for me,
again.
Yet --
here he sits
beside me
beaming from ear
to ear.
And ... release.

Set me free.
Release your tight grip
on my small wrists.
Fragile and naive --
a girl without a soul.
Weak, and brittle-hearted.
I shattered there
on your dorm room floor.
A word that transcends languages:
"No."

Your ears deaf to the single syllable;
Less of a word
soon, just a whisper.
Salty,
silent tears
tear across my skin
as you take what's mine.
An act forever embedded
on the back of my eyelids.
Playing over
each time I close my eyes.
No...

Monster,
doing as you please.
Inhuman
as you get what you can
and steal what you can't.
Unaware of the pain you cause
as you rip at my sad flesh;
carnage.
Pillaging my limp body.
No.

Moments.
Slowly fleeting
bits of time
between you and I.
Distances
pulling at my every heart string--
a child's game.
Plastic cups
tied by a string
from my heart
to yours
across the roads;
highways lined with nothing
but distance
and longing.
I bask in your love
as I bask
in the golden sunlight's rays.
Warming me through,
it too,
too far away to touch.
Knowing your light,
my sunlight,
will always be there.

You see
bone thin.
Soft skin
glistens
--perfection.

She sees
never right.
A losing fight.
Enveloped in fright
as she cries in the night.

Fingers, deep.
Can't sleep,
can't breathe.
Can't believe
she's beautiful.
Tears, fright
all night.
Not alright.

Out it flows,
and there she goes.
But, no one knows;
the secret grows.
She doesn't know

She's beautiful.

Eyelids part,
readjusting from dark hibernation.
Sleep -
peaceful;
warm.
Silence,
sings the extravagance
of a new morning,
a new day,
a fresh start.
Dewy are the leaves
and the grass.
Barefoot.
Sunrise;
sunshine.
Warm against tender,
sun-kissed skin.
Brilliant is the morn;
the awake.
Breeze ruffles hair
as dresses swing,
birds sing,
gliding.
Rejoice in the brilliance -
the jubilee of the day.

I wasn't looking
when I found you -
or so the story's told.

Maybe looking,
but, around you -
my patience growing old.

Eyes hazy,
and glazed over;
blissfully unaware.

Searching
desperately,
for something just not there.

A bright smile grows
so wide, my dear,
the width of my own face

when I think of,
so fond-a-ly,
finding your hiding place.