She cries late
                  every night
     Turns off all the
                           lights
         Sits in bed
bawls
             her eyes out
      in the dark
Cutting out pieces
      of her heart
No one can see
                          the scars
           of her sewing
back up her chest
       Soon she will be
             an empty shell
        Hopefully
                    putting her soul to rest
If her heart
                    is no longer there
It can't get broken,
              right?
If no one can see
                          the tears
Then she never cried,
                     right?

Poetry takes time and imagination
              apparently, I don't have those.

Say what you will, I'll get a chuckle
Call me a *****,
What a bore
Seriously can't come up with anything better?
Tell me something I don't know, please
I prefer rumors about me that I've never heard
Get inventive! Have some fun!
Cause All can think when you call me a ***** is
Ya I know, it's amazing really
Quite fun, you should try it!
Please, don't be so silly
I'm only a ***** occasionally
With certain people
Two or three. No wait four.
Honestly, you should try it
Maybe then you wouldn't be so ******
Don't be so judgmental honey,
I'm a *****, you're a *****
Hey, to each their own
The only difference between me and you
Is I don't fake relationships
He's not my boyfriend,
That's kinda the point,
But there's nothing I've done that you don't do
Just a different title for the man were with
That's all it is, sweetie pie,
A matter of names
And I have no concern
For what you seem to think I am

i like to watch the cheetah showing of his speed
flying like the wind very fast indeed
chasing after prey he begins to bounce
then a mighty leap on his prey will pounce

the fastest cat of all faster then rest
noted for his speed the cheetah is the best
such a lovely creature running in the wild
master of the hunt and mother natures child

She curves marks into her flesh like tattoos,
only with a blade in her hand,and her other hand holding her mouth so no one can hear the screams from within her,
see beauty is pain,and she wanted to feel beautiful so she cuts,
slits her wrists till the blood rushes down her dark skin to the ground,
as if to make a blood covenant with the earth that one day she would look into the mirror and think,
I am beatiful