The things we did,
Will always remain a secret.

Don't let the fact,
That we did it in the first place,
Give you a big head.

You see I'm desperate,
And you were available,
And that probably make me a *****.

But hey....
Maybe I am.

Maybe I should stop,
Denying my nature,
And accept that I am no better,

Then the ******* the corner,
With the sad eyes,
And the smeared lipstick.

The fact that I can't get you out of my head aside,
     I think You just wanted to be in love
          And all I wanted was the physical side,
               I just wanted a no strings attached benifriend.

Of course you complicate things with "love"

                                And of course I try to fool myself with ***...

for a year,
I have learned to accept
new additions,
to my family.

I have learned to appreciate
Mom, my life, and you.

You have taught me,
diplomacy,
in the face of Mom's hormones.

You have helped me,
learn to be happier,
and to not let myself sink.

You have made me laugh,
at nothing.

As far as Step Dad's go,
I never thought I would have one.
(Well one that I could call "dad"
anyway.)

But I figure,
your pretty much,
the winning lotto ticket,
in the step-dad lottery.

I Love You Dad....

You say,
No.
I can tell you want to say,
Yes.

But your the Good Boy,
and I'm just the *****
from down The Street.

You said You Loved
Me.
You said You Saw
Me.

But once again Your not Man
enough to stay with Me
in front of Your "Friends".

So now I'm
Alone.
And your in a
Group.

And I have to spread My Legs
Just to get noticed,
But not once has anyone seen me cry.

I wait quietly
For the moment
When I am finally by
     Myself
And am able
To release this
     Monster

From the confines of
     Society
And myself

When I am finally able
To let flow
This beautiful
     Crimson
Release

When I can complete
The pattern
     Of  Scars

To match my insides
To match my
     Heart
And my sick twisted
     Mind

So the artist
That expresses herself
With a
     Blade
Continues to
     Create
          Art from flesh
     Peace from pain

Falling fast
Hoping this sinking feeling doesn't last
Longing for your arms
Remembering his sweet charm
And his lips on my ear,
"You don't know anyone here,
Let me show you around"
Those that say the sweetest turn out to be hounds,
Have no idea.

my face reflected,
in the blue depths of his eyes.
falling into him...