you don't see the dark side of the moon

and it always lights your night sky

so i don't show you my demons

so i never dim, only brighten your life

s.s

If I asked you to appreciate me
To show me that you love me
Just how I like to be shown
Would you sit and think it through
Or would you know what to do
I'm not meaning read my mind
I'm saying do you know me
Well enough to see what I need
Or have the courage to ask
In sickness and in health
The point is not to just exist
But be willing to support me
Helping me to appreciate you
That's the kind of love I need
I'm not asking you to know it all
But as time goes on I want you
To be my human hot water bottle

A woman's life is full of men.
They each see her as a prize.

A thing to touch and maybe hold.
Not intelligent. Not wise.

I am an object to you.
Walking ******* and skin.

You only think of what to say.
In the chance I might let you in.

My thoughts are deep
and my emotions pure
I have no time for boy games anymore.

My heart is full of pent up rage
Because I am an object to you.
Can't you see that the truth is...

You are an object to me too.

Being alone feels timeless,
it feels like I'm undressed,
just me and my body,
miles away from being suppressed.

I'm broken. drunk
Entirely off of you.

Your breath,
mixed with Mine,
Intertwined,

Against a world,
Who never wanted us here.

Oh wow
You're like a summer breeze
         nonexistent
hot
dry
vivid
    I can't look at you
you burn brighter
I hide inside
to stay cool
cold
buried
Arizona sunrise
Alaskan sunset
Stars dance
painfully distant
too close
  Pools form in your eyes
galaxies
  
I swim in the empty spaces

utter exhaustion upon awaking,
soft patter of rain
falling gently against my window
as i toss and roll for comfort,
covers pulled up over head
to block out the indistinct gray
of a cloud-filled sky--

this indescribable need to run away,
to recluse like Dracula
in his cobwebbed castle, empty
& alone, to discover what I really need--

i like nature-filled silence,
frog croaks over the thrumming of steady showers
and delicate moth wings tasting the air,
landing on my skin to taste me too--

we can do this--

i can do this--

alone