When you kiss me
Do you taste
The words left dead on my lips
A mouthful of ghosts?

When you breathe me in
Do you fill your lungs
Then choke me down
Like a shot of whiskey?

When you touch me
Do you trace your fingers
Along the signature
Depression left on my arms?

When you hold me
Do you feel all the pieces
That won’t ever be put back together
Can you tell
That’s the way I was made?

I’m not broken
Because I was never whole
In the first place.

You inspire me to write
I really Do **** at it
But i try
Because you inspire me to write

I once lived without your smile
Oh how sad it was

I once lived without you laugh
Oh how quiet it was

I once lived without your love
Oh how lonely it was

I once lived without you
Oh how i can never do that again

My hearts just too soft so I'm going Through it in a cage and lock it up never to come back out

Why don't I just cry
Let my emotions go
Why do I hide behind this smile

Why do I have this strengh it can't help me here
It won't take away these tears

Why don't I just cry
Is it fear
Why can't I just shed this tear

I just won't cry
I'll just drink another bear
It will take away these tears
It'll give away theses fears
Maybe then I will be the me I want to be.......

I think I am
falling in love
with myself
again.

Her voice is strained.
Her skin is fair.
Her ******* lay on the countertop.
I **** her until my thoughts stop.

She rejects the notion of love for all,
as she leans against my kitchen wall,
with a cigarette and an unbuttoned blouse-
she wants to be homeless in my house.

She keeps me in her necklace's locket,
and I keep her in the wallet in my pocket.
Her toes kiss the linoleum,
she walks like she's made of helium.

She mumbles that I taste like mint chocolate chip,
as she rubs against my hip.
Her breath smells like Malboro Lights,
and I hope she decides to stay the night.

Milky Ways and Vanilla Cakes,
she likes the way my body shakes,
as we lay and eat our troubles away.
Hurried words slow the day.

She asks me about my stretch marks and scars,
and if I've ever been hit by a car.
And I say no, but I've been hit by love before,
and it feels like getting your hand caught in a door.

Hurried smiles and bathroom stalls,
she likes the way my family never calls.
The words escape between her plump lips,
as my hand travels between her hips.

We move until we forget
that the world is moving faster.