If I would have known I was going to be this much trouble,
I would have crawled back into my moms womb.

If I knew I was going to be this much trouble,
I would never want to learn to talk

If I knew I was going to be this much trouble,
I would have never learned how to walk.

If I knew I was going to be a mistake,
I would have stopped swimming and drown.

I'm a kid, that still doesn't know what to do.

My age screams responsibilities
My eyes whisper I'm trying

But in the end of it all

In the eyes of everyone
I'm
Just
Trouble.

Dull life.
Boring routine.
Sleep.
School.
Eat.
REPEAT.
I glare at the repeat button in my life.
IS there a way to destroy that button?
...
Sleep.
School.
Eat.
REPEAT
...
Standing on my toes,
I reach up,
with a bat,
to destroy,
that button.
...
Obsession is unhealthy,
I can feel it in my bones.
...
Sleep.
School.
Eat.
REPEAT.
....
The tip of the bat,
barley touches it...
C'mon, you can do it
Encouragement makes me falter.
I fall.
...
Sleep.
School.
Eat.
REPEAT...
In the end...
In my dreams...
when I sleep....
There is no routine,
and I am me.

I don't know why
It happens.
Stress
Being overwhelmed
Tired
Drained
I put myself in gods hands
Why
I believe
He will provide
Will he?
Why
The roof is falling over my head
Will I even have a roof
Will I survive this
My partners hands holding me
I want to break free
From myself
Why
I need to protect myself from
From who
Myself
Me
Myself
And
I.
Help me
Why
I believe

His laugh is contagious
His smile is beautiful
His voice caresses her
His touch electrifies her.

He is what she wasnt looking for

Bleed
I bleed for you baby.
Our kisses are always filled with it.
Our love is based on it.
The blood in my heart is yours.
It pumps the fluid to my heart, your heart.
I bleed for you baby.
The night we became one,
You made me gush out the red goo... it was pleasurable.

Now I am making you bleed honey.
I stab your back with a razors to mark you as mine.
I bite you till I taste your juice.
You cry.
You secretly enjoy it.

"You're leaving?"
No. You can't sweetie. Your blood is in me.
I'm yours.
"Not healthy?" Who is healthy? What is healthy?
You're not leaving. No.
My blood is yours. Your blood is mine.
You're turning? Jogging? Running? Gone.
No...

Baby, I just shot you.
Blood is pouring out of your forehead and chest.
Gore.
I finger your blood. **** on my finger.
I smile.
I kiss.
I shoot.
Lead goes into my mouth and out the back of my head.
I'm lying on your cold blood baby.

Our Vital fluids mix.

She first tried death.
Dying was the only way to go.
But death had other plans...

She tried running away second.
She would live life  trouble free
She would be happy
She would be free

Is that so bad to want?
To be happy

But they brought her back.

She will never be good enough for them.
She will never be a success for them.

So then why do they continue to bring her back.

She wants to be happy.
She wants to be free.

Someone please let her go.
Cut the strings.
Release her.

But no.

They cling to her.
They hold on tight,
Their claws mark her.

She's their property.
She has no name.
She has no life.
She has nothing.

Back to the cage.
Where he belongs.

You said you'd be there for me.
You promise to talk to me, to never walk out.

Well....

Where are you!
My house is a mess.
Parents arguing
dishes being broken
Little sisters whimpering and hiding,

I need you...
I reached out for your help ...
WHERE ARE YOU!

Calls are dead.
Texts never returned.
Are you hiding?

I've been there for you since day 1.
I had your back when my family bad mouthed you.
I took your hand and stayed with you.
no matter what.
I promised.

I've been selfless for you.
I was immature and naive to believe your lies and empty promises.
Whenever you needed me, I was there.
Your family had issues, I spent every penny I had, to distract you.
Your therapy sessions was always on my calender.
I did this... because I loved you.

You said you loved me?
Prove it...
Show it...

RING
RING
RING

I laugh, you're nowhere.
__

Tears are constantly falling.
You told me those things ...
Just to ...
get ...
laid?
.......
My hand hurts. from slapping you.
My eyes hurt. from crying over you
My stomach hurts. from throwing up
My heart hurts. from you ripping it out

Where were you when I needed you once in my life?
Out, trying to get the new game, to show it off, to your friends.

It was "More important than anything. I'm not sorry. Your family is complicated and I don't want to get involved. I just ... you looked like an easy lay... to bad you aint." - (ex, who should remain nameless)

Thanks.

Eyes battle for dominance.

He gives her his best.
She's looks like she's not even trying.

He gives her his smoldering eye.
She arches an eyebrow.

He feels his forehead damp with sweat.
Too hot.
He doesn't give up.

I have to win

Her nerves are chewing at her core.
Her knees are trembling slightly.

She sees his eyes spark with a fire.
An all too familiar fire.
A fire, that is calling her.
She arches an eyebrow.
Trying to keep it cool.

I'm going to lose

The two lovers sit closer and closer
to each other
until
they're sharing
breaths.

He feels liquid heat explode in his body.
She feels her insides flying.

"You win!" they both shout out,
As he grabs her back and kisses her.
She holds on to his hair.

Soft and rough groans,
fill the hot
summer
air.  

                                   I guess couples shouldn't play staring contest...
                                                      ­            
                                                    ­                naked.

A poem is a poem!
Why is there a need for a title?
Silly little title.
Go away!

Poems are written deep within,
Is there a need for a title of your soul?

Poems speak what you're too afraid to say!
Why put a title on it!

Title, you may go.
There is no need for you to stamp me with judgement.

I say you my go!

Poems are what you want to shout. Express. Whisper.

Title you ruin it!

But

The title does let people know what it's about...
Maybe
You can stay little title line.... Maybe