If wind
would have known
could have gone
another way around
if I had not been too soon, too late
to hesitate or let myself go - unbound
piled, buried too late to be found
if I'd not have stayed away far too long
yours would be a place
I still call home

blood boiling
causes chills along my back
hairs rise along lanky arms
skin pale, eyes swollen and red
eyebrows furrowed, permanent expressions of hate and anger create wrinkles matching the set dad has
he's blind to the fact he's creating them on his little girl
pain is associated with the secretion of substance P, and is relieved by the secretion of endorphins
anger is associated to the spewing of your words and the sternness of authoritarian disciplines, and is relieved in a year, with college dorms and distance of 453 miles
or relieved in an instant by running away

When you have only Love
It won't come to you
With the only resource
Than always believing.

You are unable to listen
The sound from her soul,
As a single word,
As a single reason,
And single relief,
To convince your broken heart.

So, you understand nothing
But the strength to love,
Don't keep it in your hope,
And cease to live in this painful world,
Because you have to love yourself before..

the plains of derision
ripping out my *****
tether recalcitrant claws
release nether the vagabond

tumbling venom drenched
quiver in the cold of night
ever awash on the shore

condemnation callously rife
excluded raucous realities
him accursed vindication

hope prospective prescribe
vision vigilant bright
delight, darkened demise 
smite the wanderlust of hope*




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You walk around and live
with this self detonating bomb
that you call heart

it aims for something good
and wishes something back in return

You nurse those cavities
because the heart longed for something sweet

now you have a broken legs
because the heart wanted to run fastest with those feet

and now,
that broken back because you told me
your heart thought it knows how to fly

and all you've got is that
cavity
broken legs
broken back

but at least you know
how to dream.

Maybe it won't hurt as much when he leaves
because I am so used to loving him from a distance
Across the hall
Across the room
There is still so much distance even
When he is right in front of me
When my mouth sputters words that try to pull him closer
There is always so much distance
Even when I am pressed against him
With our arms wrapped around each other in a hug
I can never seem to get close enough
But like I said
I am so used to loving him from a distance
I guess a few more thousand miles won't hurt