if distance
makes the heart
grow fonder
then why do
so many
long distance relationships
fall apart?

the leaves
will now
begin to fall
and so will
my hope
that we
will be
together.

i wish
i could
be more
independent.
i wish
i didn't
need to rely
on others
to be complete.
i wish
i could
simply complete myself.
i wish
i didn't need
the love of another
to be whole.
but i do
and i can't
change that.
that is a part
of who i am.
i am a young girl
who gives away
so much love
to others
that she doesn't
have enough love
left over
for herself.

i can't stop
craving the feeling
of your lips on mine.
our tongues
passionately dancing
to an ****** melody.
i want to feel you
between my thighs,
a painful pleasure
that can't be replaced.
i want you
i want you
i want you
and yet i can't have you
because we can never
get alone.
i just want
to rest my head
on your chest
and listen to
your heartbreat
keeping time with mine.
i want to leave
a trail of kisses
from your jaw
to your stomach.
i want you to
want me.
i want you
to satisfy
the deepest desires
of my heart.
i want you
to whisper in my ear
all the things
i've been dying to hear.
i want you
i want you
i want you.
i need you.

change.
six letters
with two different
points of view.
change is good.
change is bad.
change is good
is bad
is good
is bad.
it's all a matter
of perception.
how you view things.
the way you look at life.
do you see
a door bolting shut
or another door creaking open?
do you embrace the new?
or do you shudder
at the alternative.
change can be good.
change can be bad.
change can be good
can be bad
can be good
can be bad.

she wore
her clothes
for the sole purpose
of not
being naked.
she didn't care
about looks.
she wore
shapeless baggy jeans
with a shapeless baggy tee
and ***** old sketchers.
and yet she was
the most
beautiful girl
to walk the halls.
her stringy brown hair
curtained her face
and it was clear
of any makeup.
she was so real.
so true.
so confident
in her own skin.
she didn't care
about the opinions
of others.
and oh
were there opinions.
they called her
ugly.
they called her
a loser.
the called her weird.
and yet
i was so
jealous of her.
of her ability
to dress however.
to never wear makeup.
to never style her hair.
to not even care
what people think.
it seems like
people dress me.
i have to wear
what they like.
i have to wear makeup.
i have to straighten
my naturally curly hair.
i have to wear
a mask.
meanwhile she wore
her clothes
for the sole purpose
of not
being naked.

i am having
this outburst
of emotion
and i can't just
keep it all
inside
i've got to
put the pen to paper
and watch the ink
do the work
i can't
keep this in
any longer
i'll burst
at the seams
i used to think
it was easier
for everybody
to just
bottle it up
bottle it up
bottle it up
but i can't
anymore
i have
to say it
scream it
sing it
write it
until i'm
empty
and this all
seems like
nonsense
just a poem
of words carelessly
strung together
but that's
the best kind
it's raw
it's rough
it's real
it's refreshing
i need to let
it
out
because i can't
bottle it up
bottle it up
bottle it up
not anymore