I just want to be like other people.
Scape my knee or fall off a bike.
Bleed on the outside,
Instead of in.
I bleed backwards,
The blood builds up inside.
And I feel like a *** boiling over,
Or a volcano about to erupt.
I wish I could be normal.
Want to do everyday things,
Like go out with friends.
Instead of sit at home by myself.
Alone in my room,
Lights off,
Door shut,
Curtains drawn,
Bleeding backwards...

I say, come out here and smell the air
just know the truth, it's no proverb
we'll walk in the same direction
an alliteration of great affection
let's become someting else
a new letter in the alphabet
one not needed but sure to bet
euphemisms to this bland world
a hyperbole for us to hurl
think and feel and get to see
a portmanteau of you and me
it may be a cacophony
enjoying the sun in a balcony
but in the end its all like this
no order in front, below or above
a sweet oxymoron
individuals falling in love

I wrote to you
Every night
Things you would read
But never respond to
Things you would see
But never hold on to

Sometimes I look up
To the moon
And whisper to you
We used to be able
To communicate through the stars
At night

You don't want me here
And trust me
I don't want to be here
Because it ******* hurts
Watching you hate me
When all I've ever done
Was love you
But I still find myself
Writing these ****** poems
About your dumb face

After you ignored her legs that she held clamped together so tight that magnets would be jealous of the strength she possessed to try and keep you out,
Did you confuse her groans of pain as moans of pleasure?
Did you not see the tears of shame glistening on her face?
Why didn’t you listen to her when she yelled for you to stop because of the pain you were causing her?
Is having *** with someone as she lays anything but still on the floor comfortable?
When she dug her nails into your flesh and bit with teeth into your arms, releasing the pain you forced on her, returning it into the monster who destroyed her,
Did you think that was permission for you to start again, when she had yet to finish fighting you off for the first time?
How did you confuse her silence when she finally laid still because she knew she could not push you out from inside of her as enjoyment?

I don't know how to tell you to be gentle
My skin might dissolve under your touch like the way
Your eyes melt my
Insides
And my knees might crumple
When I see your smile
And I'll curl up into the
Curve of your dimples
When you breathe your name
Into my trembling lips
And I'm fragile
So I need you to be
gentle

its weird how
one day
you see flowers bloom
and the next
you see them die

its weird how
the sun can shine on
one side of your face
but on the other
only shadows find their place

its weird how
no one knows
that these laughs and smiles
are just escapes
from the letters in piles

its weird how
all thats left
is just a blank canvas
and just empty space
and someone in line
to take your place