I sit alone
No one stands by my side
My mother left me
I'm waiting for my ride
One more service I tell myself again
It kills me inside
But it's a lost cause
Because I died so long ago
From feeling so alone

Mad girl wonders why
She recalls a lover's toes
Instead of his smile

Your smile makes my mind blank.
Never thought this feeling would ever be real.
I've become alive once again.
You brought a light into my cold heart.
Thank you for seeing what I always hope people would see.
You can't save me and I can't save you
But we can help each other by constantly praying for one another.  
I believe that you compliment me and I compliment you.
I will try not to look so deep into the words you say.  
Reading between the lines it's what I've been taught.
I know I can't make you pay for the past I was dealt.
But never once thought you would want to stay and be part of my future.

GOOD FRIENDS*
They are the ones
You think
You can rely on when you're in your darkest moments

Truth be said
I probably do have Good Friends
But these aren't the friends who are true to each other

Good Friends
to me
are just playing The Lying Game

Good Friends
Are what you call them
and what they call you

But deep down
they
don't really treat you as one

You think that you can confide in them
Yes you do
But when you probe any further
They also move further, and further

You try to show concern
Yet they brush you away

You try to ask more
Yet all they say "Nothing everything's alright"

I cry
everyday
Silently

I don't write great poems
I don't write good poems
I try to keep my identity a secret
So that i can show my true emotions

I just need a place
to show my true emotions
and this is the place
and my Good Friend's ears
i've realised
is not this place


I'm sorry

Look at me
          i become enchained
                           reluctant to breath
                                            to lose the moment.
Touch me
            i am on fire
                     unable to speak
                                   suddenly i am without logic
                                                             without thoughts.
Kiss me*
         i am lost to myself
                  waiting for you to pull back
                                 to decide i'm not worth it
                                                         that I never was.

Bumper to bumper
Queen Anne on a Friday night
I'll get home sometime!

2.  Oh, this endless rain!
Summer will need to be dry
I'm becoming moss

3.  Steam rises softly
My barista is a god
Jet City morning

a memory of us
along with the words i used to trust
words that were truly lies
only daggers in disguise

s.s

Our hearts enslave us in painful desire
Our minds play our darkest thoughts
The brush on the canvas depict suffering and that I'm a liar
This painting displays all the battles I have fought

Droplets tear away at my face as I produce the tears
What is wrong with me?
This doesn't happen when you're near