i'd rather you hold
my heart too tightly
than not at
all

I wanted you to need me,
so I slipped into your arms,
and sighed my name in your mouth,
until you did.

I tried to hold onto you,
but my manipulations are sharp
and you shattered.

I was never sad,
only
disappointed
in myself.

I am not
as good
as I thought.
and I might
have needed you
a little bit
too.

I asked her how it felt to be in love and she said
loving and being loved was like feeling the warmth of the sun on both sides of your body
I was going to tell her "your shadow makes it impossible to have both"
But then again I didn't want to sound cocky

Whenever I think about her, my throat starts tickling  
So I guess the butterflies in your stomach feeling is all just a lie
For me its more like spiders crawling up my throat
And I would give anything for the fear to subside

After a very long time
Its finally healing
The black lump of muscles that pumps my blood
So I'll tell you about dealing with those ******* feelings

Just gather up all your feelings and pile them up
Then sit on them and start suppressing
And although it may sound a little depressing  
Trust me when I say its way better than accepting.

Sick of not knowing.
Sick of waiting.

It hurts to be alone
Knowing what it's like to be with you.

Running with no where to go
searching for the invisible

Like playing hide-n-go seek by yourself
You hide, but no one's looking

Watching sunsets alone
Wanting to share with someone

Then someone different comes along
Holds your hand, sings a song

You think you've found
what you've been looking for

A love pure and strong
Then comes a laugh

A laugh at your eyes
your loving eyes

"Didn't you know it was all pretend
Didn't you know I'm only a friend."

All a joke,
all for fun.

You search his eyes,
you thought you saw something there

but that warmth of love
was only the heat of passion

The lust for pleasure
the longing for satisfaction.

Far from the gentle tenderness
of a sincere heart.

But you will not be fooled again,
you will not be so naive.

You will move on past this hurt.
it will not fester and infect.

Stab and bleed it will
but it will heal

trust will come again
but slower, more cautious.

And then that longing will be fulfilled
not for satisfaction or pleasure,

but for love.
Love will come.

wait you will,
until at last.

you will find yourself  in the arms
of someone who truly cares.

*******! I hate you!

She screams inside her head

as she's rolled over away from the demon in her bed

She can't remember how she ever loved him so much

Now her skin crawls at his slightest touch

She can take no more

She's so upset

She can cry  no more tears because she has none left

She quietly slips off their marriage bed and tiptoes
down the stairs

She looks for the gun in her locked box and finds it there

She puts a bottle of gas and matches in her pocket

The  box is rehidden after she locks it

She ascends the stairs and enters the room

The pistol discharges with aloud boom

Blood soaks the pillow

He's still and dead

She unloads another round into his head
He's  ****** and lifeless

But she's not done yet

She's gonna burn this demon till there's nothing
left

A lit match ignites his corpse from his head to his feet

She covers her eyes and stands back from the heat

She stares at the charred mess that she used
to call her man

Then she raises the pistol still in her left hand

Her greatest love has become her greatest hate

She closes her eyes

Pulls the trigger...

And escapes

Things they used to say:
“Poetry is gay”
“Nobody likes a bookworm”
“That’s an awful song”
“You do not belong”;
Their taunts were painfully firm.

Things I used to think:
“How do they not know
Edgar Allan Poe?”
“Why do they stare when I write?”
“What is wrong with me?”
“What can I not see?”
I was always stuck in night.

Things I know today:
I still love the way
Words and music intertwine,
And despite their words
(And though they still hurt),
I’m perfectly fine.

One kiss was enough
To leave me hooked
For a lifetime
Just the way you smiled
When your hand held mine
I thought love was complete
The attraction was discreet
Yet perfectly displayed
I remember the first date
The night we kissed
The day we spent
Organizing plans
Holding hands
Drinking, talking
I also recall
The first time
We made love
That was a special moment for us
At least I thought it was
You were my first
But I wasn't your last
Our connection
Turned into dust