Broke- My wallet
Broken- The promises I've made
Break- What I need.
Breaking- My heart
Breakable- My job, I skipped too many days
Break-up*- What's happened to me.

I said yes when I should've said no
And I kissed you when you needed to go

I smiled when I should've cried hard
I freely opened when I should've closed my heart

I even loved you more when your love's a fake
Oh the things I did just to be your mistake

she loves him
like she loves to watch the sky turn orange every day

she loves him
as much as she loves to write poems in her worst state

she loves him
like she loves the promises behind every "come-what-may"

she loves him
like love is something she's not afraid

Buenos días American virtuoso doyen's.
Buenos días English poet's between and around london.
Buenos días African designer's of the untamed poesía,
Buenos días Asian wordsmith's all over new and old Asia.
Buenos días Spaniard men and women of spicy descent
Buenos días to the rich, young, old, poor, to those who don't make rent.
Buenos días to the Arab's in dusty sand's, also those not Arab, just middle-easterners with a pen.
Buenos días to people's not discovered, lost-clans unknown to men, though with their pencil markings on walls- we will discover.
Buenos días to you who are in agony, may that agony leave.
Buenos días to those who smile, continue to be happy.
Buenos días to the hip hoppers and rappees. Freestyle for me.
Buenos días to the country music makers, play the acoustic please. Buenos días to the rock stars, drum a verse and sonnet,
Buenos días to the jazzy's play a saxophone so **** I can't forget.
Buenos días to the bluesies, drop a baseline of the fifties.
Buenos días to the poets in big, large, tall, small, or no cities.
Buenos días to those country, with that southern honey charm.
Buenos días to the east coast, York-jersey-maine-all around, where the city lights take away Your stars.
Buenos días to the Midwest, heart of the land-
Buenos días to the west coast, Washington, Oregon, Arizona, Nevada, Colorado, all of you, especially the cali-forn-i-ams.
Buenos días to all of you, and a Buenos días for the next day.
Buenos días for the world of poetry as a whole.
Buenos días I'll say.

You see her tears behind
The mask she wears
You take pride in
Taking what happiness she has left
Your core is so empty
No soul for you
To have any feeling
You attack her with words
That suffocate her self esteem
You hear the 2 am breakdowns
For ***** sake, she's only thirteen
You see the scars
The ones she thinks she
Covers up with fake smiles
What will be your plea
When you're ultimately put on trial
Your malevolent ways will come to an end
And when this is all over
Not even the devil himself
Will be there as a friend

Intoxicate me
Mesmerize me
Pull me in
Turn me inside out
Make me feel alive
Take my breath away
Kiss me til I'm drunk and
Too numb to speak
Hypnotize my body and
Make it all yours
Every inch of it for you
Take your time and explore

I am like a ghost to you
Never knowing what to do
Take this heart and use it to
Its not much good without you

I am like a staircase
I can take you to a place
Never to see your face
But you step on me with grace

The clock is ticking out of time
We stepped out of line
The sun refuses to shine
On this face of mine

Whatever makes you happy dear
I want you to hold me near
Never will you sense my fear
A little longer and I wont be here

I love you.
I love your odd colored eyes,
I love your laugh
Your sense of humor
Your arrogance
Your smile.
I love you.
I love you personality,
Your quirks
Your bad habits.
I love so much about you.
I love you because you are just you.
I hate you because you broke my heart.
I hate you because I can't forget you.
I hate you because I'm afraid of a life without you.

I am my sober side
Not the one you see
Drinking a slow suicide
I am not really me

I am my sorrier side
Not the one you hear shout
Deserving some soap inside
A foul insincere mouth

I am my somber side
Not the one laughing
Ignorant and amused
living In worlds of nothing

I am my depressed side
Not the one you feel
Tickling your fancy down the slide
I hide my face and kneel

I am my repressed side
Not the one you sense
Has hope in Hell on the outside
Of my lily-white fence

Give me some coffee
Talk to me at Three
Lend me a pen and a paper
Let me write all about it in a letter
It's something to make me feel better
Make my heart explode
Make my thoughts wander wondrously
Like i'm losing myself in a fantasy
I'll lose it all and explode my thoughts like ink on a paper
writing all about my wildest dreams and imaginative travels,
all my irrational thoughts, my greatest memories, the habits of mine, the things that remind me of you and the stars that I've seen each night too
Just let me write about all of it including you

I've gotten a shot. Today not in my mouth, not in my arm, not in my leg. My heart has been punctured. I have been broken. I'm a girl who's been broken and glued. Broken and glued. Once again shattered, annihilated on the ground. Just to plaster herself up once again and forget. I can't forget. How can you forget a burning that burns so deep inside of your soul, nothing can extinguish that. A fight that won't give up no matter how bad you want to.... It won't seize. The moon shining at night will never stop, my love for you is astronomy. Celestial you's fill my eyes. That's all I've ever wanted