You are just an ordinary girl,
with the red lipstick as your shield,
Breathing in the pleasant wordings,
that society itself spills,
You are nothing but a sham,
Beneath that black mascara,
Locks the origin of your charm,
shows the end of your beautiful era.

Oh False Goddess,
You were once pure,
just an ordinary girl,
so ordinary yet extraordinary,
an idea came before that we should marry,
but look at you now,
I feel so displeased,
a thought came into my mind,
"as long as you are pleased",
Today I  lost a friend,
a woman that i knew,
the relationship is at its end,
but every end begins a new.

Oh False Goddess,
I'm begging you please,
strip away the red and black,
to make me feel at ease,
Don't do this to yourself,
for attention and the fame,
you throw away your dignity,
and burn it down to flames.

Oh False Goddess,
My False Goddess,
You are no longer a Goddess,
nor an ordinary girl,
Just a corpse of false beauty,
that's what you are,
the so called Goddess.

This is a poem about being uncomfortable in your own skin.
Think small spaces,
Too warm,
Too soon.
A car crash.
Being trapped in an elevator.
Shifty eyes,
pure white lies.
Unclear shadows on a foggy night,
salty wounds left open for much too long.

Think about demolishing something,
that is perfectly fine as is.
Think about finally making love to the boy
with the softest lips you have ever tasted
And has those eyes,
Those eyes,
that remind you of home.
Think about the buzz in the middle of your stomach
And your eyes that oh so dramatically
roll to the back of your head
When your closest ones
Pick apart and analyze every aspect of your decision,
Critique
By
Critique.
One
Immoral
Choice
To
The
Next.

This is a poem about mistakes that aren’t truly mistakes
And lust and blood and bruises
And passionate kisses and risky decisions
And sleepless nights and dour girls.
And broken mirrors and ripped pages.
This is a poem about what has become your life.

*-andrea

Not on your lips,
No, not anytime soon.
Your mind has become
Like the dark side of the moon.
Full of holes and lacunae
and dark shadowy walls.
Sometimes words fail you,
More often, recall.
I show you a picture
Of when you were young
I can see it’s a struggle,
on the tip of your tongue.
I wish you could help me
Match names and faces
Caught here in print
In silvery traces
If only a synapse could snap into place
Give you back the dignity
That time has erased.
Then you could name these comrades
headed off to the war.
Maybe then could you tell me
where past years are.

I will bring my daughter into this world,
and teach her my ways into surviving.
I will guide her and say, "baby girl,
when you go out in the world,
don't tell them that you were raised by two women.
Don't you dare because you'll get stares,
that will feel like knives trying to rip through your skin,
and you'll hear people speaking how selfish,
that two women could do that to a child with potential.
How wrong your mothers are in the name of God.

Baby girl, if there's one thing I request,
it's that you say you were raised with four eyes,
that could see the disgust in over thousands of faces,
four ears that could hear the ignorance,
when they heard the shouts that God wanted Adam and Eve,
two mouths that couldn't speak up for themselves,
because they were brainwashed into believing,
they had no right to due to all of society's hate,
four arms that made every attempt to be strong for you and fight off the world.

Baby girl don't forget to say that you were raised with four legs,
that your mothers used to runaway from themselves because they were so scared,
that if they caught up with themselves,
they wouldn't meet society's standards.
You say you were raised with two minds,
that thought alike and that is what brought them together,
and how we dreamt of days where our love can be looked upon rather than down.
I am growing tired of all this hatred and ignorance.

Baby girl show the world it is not about if you marry a man or a woman,
but about who you feel comfortable with when you tell them your most embarrassing stories,
who still puts a smile on your face,
and keeps the butterflies in your stomach fluttering around happily like they did on that first date.
Baby girl don't say that we are two women.
Don't disappoint me. "
- a.v.s

"I love you."
those three sweet
meaningless words
always find their way into my head
and roll around like they're stuck
in a box
moving from house to house
never really finding a place
to call "home"

and i wish i could get the idea of you
and those three words out of my mind
but you’re stuck there
as much as we both hate it
and each other

day after day
you’re still there
in my veins
in my bloodstream
my pulse spells out your name

I haven’t washed you from my sheets
out of fear that my body
will miss your slight touch
or out of fear that
I may be forgetting you
and I don’t want to
but I need to

and if you look closely enough
to the scars on my arms
they tell a story
in chronological order
of how I fell in
and out
of love
with you

(a.k.)