Don’t cover your face sweetheart
I want to see your pretty eyes
don’t look away
I want to paint a picture of you in my mind
don’t tense up
I want to scale the ups and downs of your skin till I find the gold you’ve been hiding
don’t deny a thing, baby doll*
I want you to understand, you’re worth more than you think

She asked me if I had a tattoo
I told her
Yes, my tattoo marks upon my chest
stretched long and wide it resembles all my pride
what pride she asked
I said
my lungs are breathing
my blood is pumping
what more could I ask for
I did not include
that my tattoo long and wide has stitches all around
Every night
it burns my flesh
its spews the shakes' like a mini earthquake
By morning
I pick up the rubble
and curse the day I added this sentimental devil

why can't I be happy
why can't I laugh
why can't I try
why can't I cry
I'll tell you the reasons
I'll tell you every hit I took
I'll tell you every step I took
but I won't tell you
why
if you care
find the answers behind my vacant eyes

I'm not sure of much
But I do know a penny rusts
Hands grip
Pockets hug
Water rinses
Years surpass
And maybe a penny is just like us
Our hands grip so tight till our touch is not enough
Hips to hips were lost
rain drenches us, feelings wash away
Years pass and maybe just maybe we were never worth enough

I forgot to tell you how I feel
My words have vanished
hidden behind my eyes or hidden by my lies
its all the same
I forgot how to feel
lighting, so fast and fierce
shocks, captures me
I don't cry I don't try
its all the same
I forgot how to talk
Walls come closer and closer
anger pulses through my veins
its all the same
Find me, cure me, but I'll never be the girl you used to know

When I think of you
its like needing an umbrella in the peak of a storm
or carrying a bag full of groceries and it all breaks through
When I look at you
its like being on top of the mountain to suddenly being on the bottom
or writing an acceptance speech to realize you never were accepted
When I hear you
its like a symphony gone awry
or waking up with nothing but yourself
Disappointing it is
But when I touch you
its like the chair to the table
or the eye lashes to the eye
so necessary it is
the same way your embrace keeps me in line

The summer was late nights
So late the sun was starting to rise
The summer was friends attached to the hip
Hours, days, weeks spent side by side
Her summer was
sleepless nights
permanent frown
hushed tones
and most importantly it was being alone