I appear to be a wayward daughter,
already headed towards the slaughter.

My misguided acts of intimacy
Have been misinterpreted as acts of
Defiance and greed without intricacy,
Never thought of as a girl’s search for love.

I was focused on my broken parts.
I looked to love as a form of repair.
That is exactly when the soul departs.
Soulless, I let myself into their snare.

That wasn’t truly me who gave it up.
I am left with more damage than before.
Still worth more than an abusive hookup.
They will wreak havoc but I’m still the *****.

We used to laugh
More than we cried
Naturally
No need to find
A justful cause
Or reason why
It's just what we would do

We used to love
More than we'd hate
Find the good
In everyday
For our love
To give away
It's just what we would do

But over time
What we would find
Would be the thoughts
That cross our minds
We lost the love
Which makes us cry
It's just what we do

ᵍⁱᵛᵉ ᵐᵉ ᵃ ᵐᵒᵐᵉⁿᵗ

ᴵ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᴵ ʷᵃⁿᵗ

ᵃʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵐᵃᵏⁱⁿᵍ ʲᵒᵏᵉˢ
ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵐᵉ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ

ᵍⁱᵛᵉ ᵐᵉ ᵃ ᵐᵒᵐᵉⁿᵗ

ᴵ ⁿᵉᵉᵈ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ᶠʳᵉˢʰ ᵃⁱʳ

ᴵ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ʷʰᵒˡᵉ ʷᵒʳˡᵈ
ᵇᵒᵗᵗˡᵉᵈ ᵘᵖ
ⁱⁿ ᵐʸ ᶜʰᵉˢᵗ

ⁱᶠ ᴵ ʰᵃᵈ
ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵘʳᵃᵍᵉ

ᴵ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ˡᵉᵗ ⁱᵗ ʳᵃⁱⁿ ᵈᵒʷⁿ
ᶜʳᵉᵃᵗᵉ ᵃⁿ ᵒᶜᵉᵃⁿ

ᵍⁱᵛᵉ ᵐᵉ ᵃ ᵐᵒᵐᵉⁿᵗ

ᴵ'ᵐ ᶠᵉᵉˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵖʳᵉˢˢᵘʳᵉᵈ

ᵗᵒᵈᵃʸ ᴵ ᶠᵉᵉˡ
ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᴵ'ˡˡ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ⁱᵗ

ᴵᵗ ʷᵒⁿ'ᵗ ˡᵃˢᵗ

ˡᵉᵗ ᵐᵉ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵃ ᵐᵒᵐᵉⁿᵗ

ᴵ'ᵛᵉ ˡᵒˢᵗ ᵃˡˡ ᶠᵒʳᵐ ᵒᶠ ᶜᵒᵐᵐᵘⁿⁱᶜᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ

ᵐʸ ᵉʸᵉˢ ᵐᵘˢᵗ ᵇᵉ ᵖⁱᵗᶜʰ ᵇˡᵃᶜᵏ

ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ
ˢᵉᵉ ᵐʸ ᵖᵃⁱⁿ

you forget the experience I have
with death

you forget
I've dealt
with inner demons

yₒᵤ cₐₙ'ₜ ₛₑₑ
ₘy ₚₐᵢₙ

ₙₒbₒdy ₐₛₖₑd ₘₑ ᵢf ᵢ'ₘ ₒₖₐy

【Ｉ＇ｍ　ｓｏ　ｉｎｆｕｒｉａｔｅｄ
Ｉ＇ｍ　ｆｕｒｉｏｕｓ】

ɪ'ᴍ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛɪʀᴇᴅ
ɪ'ᴍ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴍᴀᴅ

And now  love

has taken

you this

distance,


and the

shadows

of your

innocence

have left

you with

gypsy

lines of

wisdom

upon your

face.

and faith

has given

you this

patience

to be

this certain

that this

love is

all you

will ever

want,

ever need.


and that

the taste

of his kisses

will never

leave your

lips,

and I

will forever listen

to your story,


and revisit

my prayers

for your

marriage

throughout

the day.

and though

I was never

to be

your forever after,


it has

been just

a simple

trust of

hearts

that you

have shown

myself to me,


and allowed

me to share

in your

joy.


and for

that my

friend


I will always

be most

grateful.

The clown would’ve been beaten up and down
a long time ago, if he didn't know
how to force scowls into smiles,
bafflement and battles into laughs
like startled bells and baby rattles.

Who would he be now, if he didn't know
how to play the jester, how to stitch
his words together
like the mouth of a snitch
or a quilt of dodo feathers?

He learned it from pain: how to be a joker,
how to act the fool.
Does it count, still, as stand-up comedy
if he's just crying on a stool?

From the dust of chaos comes order,
For in that rubble, ideas are gleaned.
From the bright light of death comes the darkness of life,
From us comes everything in between.

the other night,
i had a dream;
usually,
i don’t remember
my dreams—
those unconscious
musings
of my mind—
but this night
was different;
maybe it had
something to do
with the fact
that i had fallen
in the shower
half an hour
before laying it
down on the
pillow...

...a trickle of
blood running
down my forehead,
transforming quite
alarmingly into
a babbling brook
consisting entirely
of chocolate milk;
my raft bobbed
up and down,
the demon who
haunts my nightmares
now clad in a
tuxedo—
a nice change
from the bright
pink trench coat
he usually wears...

...the demon’s
strong hands
propel the
craft forward
with a rather
Huckleberry Finn-like
affectation;
i turn my
attention from
my oldest friend
to the shore,
sparkling with
broken glass,
thumbtacks,
and mathematical
equations;
there,
i glimpse my classmates
doing burpees...

...suddenly,
a car crash
occurs;
the chocolate milk
becomes a very
narrow,
winding road,
the end of which
is obscured by
an angsty cloud
of disappointment;
the elevator
plummets horizontally toward
the 3rd sub-basement
of the shower;
my friend in
the tuxedo offers me
a steaming
cup of hot chocolate...

...which burned
my tongue,
causing me to cackle
wildly
and toss the
mug into the
abyss;
“******* cup!”
i scream,
utilizing my
full lung capacity
as i begin to
fall again,
down,
down,
down;
and then i was awake,
sweating, bleeding;
i may have a concussion...