We ****** harder than a freight train, got lost in mountains of *******.
Life continues to unfold yet your spirits energy bars no hold.
I've seen you then, I'll see you again, wild spirits like ours burn the night thin.

They call it a decade but it could of been forever, as our bodies collided I felt my soul shiver, eternity unraveled in a heartbeats quiver. Magic like this has no place amongst mortals, but I'm glad it slipped through the veil and shot through the portals. Here and now I know the meaning of God, ones recognition of the other through the eyes of the lord.

Spill away and drift without, come along darling let's make time and space twist and turn inside out. Hold onto me and I'll never let you go, let's make a run on existance for the sake of the whole.

A is for the girl
I call my sister
You have verbal diarrhea
And I'm verbally constipated
But you're everything I could
Ever ask for

B is for the sister
Whose shadow I live under
You're too perfect, and I know I annoy you with my endless flaws
I sometimes wonder if you resent me for everything I've taken away from you without your knowledge

C is for the guy
Who endured the torture of
Loving me for 2 years-he still does
But you'll never touch me again
You'll bleed, and you don't deserve to

D is for the guy
I stayed up all night talking to
For countless months
You had so much passion for life
You were my first platonic friend
You saved me countless times

E is for the guy
I fell for a couple of months ago
You were distant, cold and detached
There's something attractive about what you can't have
You destroyed me,
I'm still planning my revenge

F is for the girl
Who I thought was my best friend
You turned into a mean girl
And bullied me in Junior high
I think I hate you

G is for the guy
I fell for in 8th grade
You were my first love, that love hate relationship we had was fun
But I don't want you back

H is for the girl
Whose boyfriend I dated
I didn't mean to take him away
He taught me a lot of lessons
Including how not to love
I never want to see him again

I is for the guy
The one I first crushed on
You were too cute, but a ****
I still can't believe you told everyone I was into you
I'm still embarrassed
How could you?

J is for the girl
I knew for 5 years
I thought you were my friend
But you rarely speak to me these days
I'm confused

K is for the girl
I've known all my high school years
You're my rock
You're one person I know has my back-no matter what

L is for the girl
Whose my neighbor
Remember when we used to play house?
Ye I remember
You probably think you're too cool to hang out now

M is for the guy
I dated out of pity
But left after 2 weeks
You still bug me, I don't know why
Don't you get the message?
I'm too damaged to love

N is for the guy
Who thought he could fix me
But gave up in the end
Guess you finally discovered
What I've been telling you all along

O is for the guy
I sat behind in class today
Your head is fascinating
The way your ears just fit in with the rest of your body
But I'm never sitting behind you again-you're too distracting

P is for the guy
I liked but never told
Probably because you're out of my league and you're too interesting
And I'm dull as hell

Q is for the girl
I met down the street today
She looked so lonely
Just like me so we bonded over
Alicia Keys & Elle Varner's music
You're  a potential best friend

R is for the girl
Whose boyfriend I slept with
I was drunk that night
And he was there
It's really not my fault
But I'm sorry

S is for the girl
Who loves the guy I love
You're too lucky
Love him with all your might
Cause he's all that I need to fall into

T is for the guy
Who looked at me as if
I was something to devour
Not someone to love
Oh hell why am I even surprised?
I'm never gon' be good enough

U is for the man
Who taught me Physics in my senior year, he thought I had potential
I ended up disappointing him just as I always disappoint everybody

V is for the dogs
I owned but died on me
I'm sorry I made you suffer
I didn't think my love would be that toxic

W is for the guy
Who always had something
Positive to say about me
Even when I snapped at him
The first person to see behind this warped demeanor

X is for the girl
I was before
I'm sorry you had to die
You were too good and
You didn't deserve to die like that

Y is for the girl
I am now
You're broken, too damaged
I hope you find someone who will love you For who and what you are and will awaken those slumbering senses of yours

Z is for the girl
I am destined to be
I promise I'll be good
If you hurry up and claim me

There was a boy who loved a girl
And that girl adored that boy
The boy was happy and loved himself
The girl was full of self hatred and couldn't feel any joy

He didn't understand why she hated herself, couldn't she see he loved her even if she was depressed?
She couldn't understand why he liked her, couldn't he see she was a mess?

"You're such a narcissist." She'd laugh but she was secretly jealous
And she wondered how it felt to like yourself

She was amazed at how he always seemed to overestimate her abilities
He was stunned at how she always seemed to underestimate herself

She knew he deserved better though and tried to retract
But they were too in love and this is proof that
Opposites really do attract

When I think of you leaving
I see hundreds of scenarios
And dialogs speed through my brain
In some of them, you're as sad as I am that you're leaving
In some, you pack your bags with angry words
But in every single one
There's a final hug,
There's me breaking down,
And begging you to stay,
There's you actually going
And leaving me all alone
You can't just make me fall in love with you
And then say, "Goodbye."
There's me wondering if you're happier,
There's always my paranoia,
I always imagine you meeting a girl,
I imagine you forgetting my face,
And my laughter,
Until I'm but a stranger
And that new girl is all that runs in your mind
There's me sitting by a phone waiting for a call
That I'll never receive
I see me being lonely and depressed
Because you took my heart with you when you left

The only way in which this love story is unrequited
Is that he loves her, but she hates herself

When you get used to being around someone,
you memorize where your things can't go,
(the cellphone on the windowsill, glass on the
dresser) because they -
the person that is -
and everything about them and with them and on them
occupy that space.
Their collective useless clean-up-after-me crap jams and crams and
fills themselves (maybe by magic, perhaps by fate)
into places where only you and the great clean air around you used to go,
and you want to **** them for taking over this sacred space - or at least tear
their throat a little with your teeth - their
***** underwear and the piles on piles of plastic freezie wrappers and
crumpled receipts
dig and claw their way into your skin. they burn and choke and burrow in
so deep
that
you
miss them when they're g n . But of course,
that isn't what you think of always. Not really.

Every under appreciated, suffocating action, every
dagger word, the electric pulse that tore through your skin because
they brushed up against the wrong part of you
(sometimes, unknowingly, the right part of you)
suddenly disappears with them.
And you, unforgotten, loved, have to stay.


and when they're gone their smell sticks to you
                                    for a little while.

I scanned two lines with some surmise
As over Keats I chanced to pore:
'And there I shut her wild, wild eyes
With kisses four.'

Says I: 'Why was it only four,
Not five or six or seven?
I think I would have made it more,--
Even eleven.

'Gee! If she'd lured a guy like me
Into her gelid grot
I'd make that Belle Dame sans Merci
Sure kiss a lot.

'Them poets have their little tricks;
I think John counted kisses for,
Not two or three or five or six
To rhyme with "sore."'

Do you despise me because of the words I use or the way i talk
What about the clothes that I wear or the way that I walk.
You see
The way that I speak it what makes me unique.
I'm apart of a group that gets put down for who they are
A group that expresses their thought in spoken word or writing
But you won't understand when you are listening to this poem I am
reciting.
You see
My life ain't no poetry
But it is the beat of my heart
And a type of love that will never fall apart...
I come home to parents I don't even know
And when I hear all the crying and arguing I get fed up and want to go
But you can't tell the type of life I live
You can't find the tears that run down my face
You can't feel the feelings I hide without a trace
Is that why you despise me?
Because I go through so much that I still have time to put a smile in my
face?
You see
All that steam is put into the time I spend writing poetry
But like I said my life ain't no poetry
It's simply just an easy way I express my pain

i thought you'd color up my black and white thoughts
i thought you'd cast off all the demons inside me
the demons creeping up in me
at 4.15am
i thought you'd show me
what happiness feels like

but time goes on
and you're starting to realize
how miserable
and torn
and broken i am

*

so it's true what they say,
broken things never once meant anything

-*l.m