Malignant cancer
That you are
Metastasizing within my body and soul
Displacing the tissues of me
With your dark and threatening disease
From my blood you feed
Shiny, sharpened scalpel
To remove you from within
Pressing the blade against my tender skin
Trying to gain the strength
But I continue to let you take

I look up to happy songs in hope that they will block the pathway of my thoughts to finding you.

I hate people who have an already determined style,
those people that believe they are hip because they wear exactly what everybody else is wearing, or they do exactly what everybody else is doing.

I aspire to be a mega nerd using large scientific vocabulary in my every day sentences, it makes me feel like a have a purpose on the earth and mean more to people than those stupid teenagers who only wish for themselves to be catergorized in the file of *** smokers and drug do-ers and drink drinkers.

I find the courage to speak, with words I do not know, will they cure, will they fail, will I be consumed with the urge.
To mind,
what we should never forget.
that you should respect, my woman feelings.
is obvious.
That I should be open and platonic, doesn't make science.
ha, you bottle up my sighs and ship them,
as fire to a gun.
Lava to a volcano, "all ready to explode!"

Regret often in tag.

Theres a theory
I hold onto.
One that says
every seven years,
each skin cell in your
body is renewed.

But
I cannot wait that long
to have skin that
hasn’t felt your
fingertips running
down my back,
or your tongue
dancing to the
rhythm of our
breathing.

I cannot wait that long
to have skin that
hasn’t felt your
sweet kisses,
that sent a sugar rush.


But at least
in seven years,
my skin
can forget.

I miss you
sometimes.
Usually when its
the darkest out,
and the quietest,
that ache
creeps into my
chest.
But you
wouldn’t know
the feeling.

how foolish
lust and love
once drove my pen
to rhyme and time
record my
pain and loss
all candyfloss
until I found you


no foolish
lust or love
now drives my pen
i rhyme and time
my childrens' breaths
with yours