Remember when we were driving home from a concert and held hands above the stick shift.
Recall the instance where I made you close your eyes so I could kiss you.
Think of the time we fed each other bites of mango with sticky eager fingers.

When you're sad know that I love you.
Know that I'm here for you.
And know that you never need to apologize for how you feel.

You're exactly who you're meant to be.

Send in the hounds
a brigade just escaped from the pound
to tear me to pieces with their incisors
And use their claws to wear me down
To an unrecognizable pink pulp
Of inadequacy and hurt feelings.

Because words won't **** me
Nor make me any stronger.
So have your will
Have your way
And I'll wait for your permission,
Until you say it's okay
For me to be sad
Happy
Laconic
Mad.

On your mark
Get ready
Get set...

I'm around too many people that are too obsessed with their bodies.
I'm afraid of being too skinny. I'm afraid of being too fat.
Molded into the right shape by the wrong society.
Pinching your tummy fat between sickly fingers with manicured nails painted blood red.
Your power lies in your body.
Men desire us
So we ought to be optimally desirable.
Inject fat from your *** into your lips
And give us a big sloppy kiss.

Waiting.
There's no negating the fact that I hate it.
Because it seems to end in
A change of plans.
Promises made to me have to wait
For those made to others.
Last minute rejections
Lead to further reflections
About time
And the things I spend it on.

Fool me twice
Shame on me.

I'm too available.
So I'll party to pass the time.
Dance once I've had enough wine.
An exchange of words
In passing.
May I have your attention please!
Undevided.
You're sliced up
And diced.
First come, first served.
And the fans want an encore.
How could you say no?
Nor would you know that I've been waiting all night for the twenty minutes when everyone else ceases to exist.

*Maybe tomorrow then.

and I want to be this perfect thing that you would want to show off to your friends.
maybeyou wear long sleeves now so you don't have to feel the cold against your arms.
but your arm hair reminded me how sweet you could be. How human. How thrilled by the smallest of things.
I wonder.
Do you still have arm hair under there?
too sad to talk to
sad because no one's talking
Not talking because far away.
While you're busy being busy
I'm thinking about what we'd be doing if we were together.
One drinks and the other sinks.
One's boozing and one's losing.
Mingling,
Praying - for comfort in the form of a hug
From the right someone.
Boring,
That's it.
The condition I'm diseased with.
Think of a complicated excuse
For a simple defect.
I'm that, personified.
Guilt guilt guilt
because you can't handle my wilting.
But your voice is still the same.
(I don't hear the annoyance. So if I close my eyes I can pretend it's not there.)
So why couldn't I be?

Relief.
A rush of it comes
As the words tumble out.

Because the words are true
And the feeling is nice
Which is precisely why I'd choose you every time.

It was always you
You were always the one
That I was going to pick
To give all my love.