"Hop on top of me"
"I would get no pleasure from that"
"Well it is a good thing my tongue is not cut off then"
**"If you tongue was cut off we would have so many less problems between us but I would also lose the only thing I enjoy about you"

Boy: You're beautiful. Did you know that?

Girl: I've been told otherwise..

Boy: Plastic ******* have to do that kind of stuff because they don't even almost compare to genuine women.

THIS MORNING I WOKE UP WITH A HEAVY WEIGHT ON MY CHEST AND A NUMBING FEELING IN MY HANDS AND THIS IS HOW I KNOW I HAVE BEEN DREAMING OF YOU AGAIN. I CAN'T BREATHE KNOWING THAT YOU'VE FOUND SOMEONE NEW AND TRUTH IS I HAVEN'T STOPPED WONDERING IF HER EYES SHINE BRIGHTER THAN MINE EVER WILL AND I BET HER HANDS DON'T SHAKE WHEN SHE TOUCHES YOU AND IT ISN'T FAIR THAT SHE GETS TO MEMORIZE THE SMELL OF YOUR COLOGNE AND FEEL THE WARMTH OF YOUR BODY WHEN I'M TOO FAR AWAY TO EVEN REACH FOR YOUR HAND.

"i love you" - is
the forbidden word
to my soul and my heart
      -cute crazy-

I wake up everyday
my eyes riveted
to the ceiling
as rainbow flecks
radiate from crystals
that reside in the middle
of the uppermost window

this bedroom marked “private”
on the door
has meant twenty-four months
complete control
freedom to design
every detail, every texture, every nuance
Handpicked

A  vivid palette
splashed onto every square foot
hoping to recapture
life’s intense force
while  it  drowns out  
nagging shadows
threatening to swallow
My space

Italian ceramic mask- topped sconces
flanking the empty space
the mosaic mirror
I’m still learning to make
the gilded cream vanity
fit for a princess
still Waits

highlighted memories
fill dusty shelves and cling to walls
called Home now

my queen size bed use to sit quietly
in my guest room
rarely disturbed
now it harbors
my   dreams and fears
afloat on a sea of defiantly feminine
pillows and blankets

an eclectic mix of Me
comes out of every nook and cranny
while my inner sanctum takes shape.