Love me like the snowflakes
Falling on top of the trees
Love me like the cool calm
Winter breeze
Love me like the butterflies
That float around like bees
Love me like the rivers
Love me like the sea
But most importantly
Love me for me

there's no poetry between us
in the inches of soil and grass that add milage to the distance
there is no tragic stanza
no iambs to recount and consider
no melody
my heart has a break in it
a faultline unabridged
your spaces are defective.
there's no poetry between us
i don't think there ever was

I have never been
The apple of anyone's eye
Because I'm too prickly and bitter.
The object of affection
Because I am not shiny, nor do I
Sport bright and valuable colors.
Anybody's "one and only."
No,
I have been one of many
Used, abused, and stepped on
And now they wonder
Why I cannot handle commitment?
Well, I will tell you why.
If a guy cannot see past
The thick skin I wear
The bare face I show
How my hair is a little too frizzy
Is he worth the time and effort?
If he
Cheats on me
Tells me I'm worthless, ugly, nothing
Is obsessed with my
Location, activities, intentions
Why should I bother?
It seems that
Every time someone seems like
Maybe they care, maybe they are interested in me
It's a lie, a misconception, a scheme
So now, I guard my heart and mind
Keep myself closed, shut off, shutdown
But my body?
Oh, I'd give it away in an instant.
Sometimes, to get ahead in this society
You have to be their definition of a ****
In other words
Look like a lady
But act like a man.

I see him
     He sees me
          I talk to him
              He talks to me
          He talks to her
      We all talk so much but say so little

                                                     What do we really feel
                                       Who are we really
                          Are we all part of a grand plan
             Are we here by mistake by science

            Do i ask him
                       Does he feel the same
                                       Why do I exist
                               Why is there sadness why is there happiness
                                             why

                                                        Do i love him
                                  Does he love me
                Why do i feel the way i do
                                 Why do i do the things i do

                          Does he  notice me like i notice
                                                 Every detail
                             Does he think of her
                                           like i wish he thought of me?

                                                                   Why does it hurt
                                   Why does it make me feel
                                                                           like a bubble?
                                               So happy yet so breakable.....

1.
your eyes are like stars,
and i like stars.
that's what i told you
the night at the carnival.
honestly,
i just wanted you to make me forget your eyes.
you were supposed to make me remember your lips.
or maybe your hands.
why your eyes?

2.
a scarred wrist
entangled in mine.
beautiful, dark eyes
found my own.
a wrecked story
including chapters
of us both
unfurled right before us.
pitiful kisses were displayed
in the shadows.
weak embraces
wrapped me up
and held me tight.
a solid cry
pleaded for me
as i walked away,
again.