Your touch tingles,
your eyes pierce.
They show everything,
your face is a painting of your life.
Every minuscule movement,
right down to the blink of your eye,
reveals your soul.
Your voice is engrained,
forever burned into my skull.
I close my eyes and dream of you.
That feeling i have,
that one that only reveals itself when I look you in the eyes
it kills me....
I know one day it may ruin me.
It possesses the power I know.

dead flowers why do you depress me?
you once made me happy
kind of sappy
now just ******.
each time it happens
bought for me
beautiful, free,
a note
a quote
now dead
i still love you
but you're dead.

Empty
What an empty word,
not the song of a bird,
nor a simple need heard.
Sometimes
I wish my head were empty.
Not a word,
nothing heard,
not a to-do list,
nor an appointment missed,
not a tear shed,
nor anxiety fed,
not a tissue used,
nor happiness abused,
empty.

Part from the beaten path,
free myself from this cheating wrath,
stand up out of this bleeding bath.
If I can change I can repeat,
I can change the plan of these tiring feet.
I want to look in the mirror and smile,
not have my problems end up at trial.
Part of me believes it will never be true,
I look at myself like there's a me and there's a you.
There is merely a ghost in this machine.

It is just another one of those days,
I'm so stuck in my ways.
Sometimes I wake up and think what happened,
why has my happiness dampened?
why is my anger rampant?
I'm ****** up.
I'm ****** up.
Negative knowledge is all I know,
I have let this parasite grow,
It has taken over.
Now,
I am just a donor.

Sold!
This one's teeth are bad,
I'll take her for a hundred.
Bruises?
This just won't do,
maybe the Russians will want her.
Look at this one,
porcelain skin,
green eyes,
emeralds,
hair that captures the essence of obsidian,
nails painted,
like the mask of her face,
though she doesn't need it,
is she worth enough?
One million?
Two?
I think she is priceless,
but they only see her as an asset,
permanent property,
something to control.
No rights,
beauty to belittle,
to take to their room,
tie her up and make her scream,
for your own sick pleasure.
She takes it,
not because she has to,
but because it is all she has ever known,
but to me,
she's a scarcity,
something to love,
something to cherish,
my princess.

One walks out
and I seem fine.
I hide the hurt
deep, down inside.

Another walks out
and people start to see
it's starting to seriously
have an affect on me.

They continue to walk
in a single file line
out of the door,
out of my life.

I only had you
after everyone left
I thought you'd stay
different from the rest.

But then you did
what I feared you'd do
you stood up from your seat
and you left too.

You were not only my friend
but sister at heart
I didn't ever think
you'd want us apart.

You were all I had left
and now
you are
just
like
them.