she put her baggage on the scale at the airport
and the assistant said it was too heavy,
so she missed her flight,
and back home she went to try once more
to fit some things inside the closet she shared
with her husband who was unprepared
to see her come back through the door
for his greatest skeleton was lying on the floor
the other woman that kept the closet full
"that's why this bag is much heavier than before."
so she left it with him.

Our
                        Whole
                         Lives
                         Are made
                         Of blades.
                         We couldn't
                        Live without
                        Them. It's the
                        Sharpened steel
                        Doctors us to bring
                        Us into our life.
                        It's the cool metal
                        That cuts the
                        Wood to build
                        Our homes.
                        We taunt with
blades keeping such deadly weapons in our homes. To cut our food, and groom our faces. But the greatest irony      
                 comes from life itself,
                for the very blades we
                     Use to protect and
                       Keep our life,
                     Turned around
                     Destroy our very
                     Being and cause
                    Our lives to bleed
                 From the fatal wound
                      Making the end  
           Harmonize with the beginning

And it all came back to me
The brokenness I felt at that time
Pain isn’t transient
It drops to the sea bed
Covered in shallow waters
My love, my heart
It is bound to come up sometimes
Some time
When the ripples arise again
And the time comes
It starts to hurt, again
And there’s always space for some more
But never do you get over it
Get away with it
Or get it out really
It might become still for a while
But it never goes away
Pain isn’t transient
It hides itself in water
Only to come back again.

Forever may her wings be,
Upon her back for eternity.

Always may she love,
Soaring upon golden skies.

So beautiful,
As bewildering as it may seem.

She's your guardian Angel,
One only you.
Can see.

Even though you're cut and hurt
Remember
Beautiful flowers
Are the ones people choose to cut
and keep

***** Me
Tear Me
Wear Me
Dare Me
Eat Me
**** Me
Taste Me
Enjoy Me
Lick Me
Take Me
Bite Me
Hold Me
Hug Me
Kiss Me
Pull Me
Lock Me
Jump Me
Sock Me
Pop Me
Drop Me
Top Me

Everyone has

Pet peeves
Boundaries
Habits
Clicks
Ticks
and
Phobias

We all have our ways

Whenever I'm on a train platform, no matter how far from the edge, I feel as if I will fall on the tracks.

Somedays I wish





you and I




would get caught alone

in a life and death situation where nothing matters anymore and any responsibilities or complications that used to exist have faded because we are going to die anyway so I could find out what is really on your mind, so I could tell you everything, because why not at that point? So I could tell you everything I've done, how I really feel and why I did so many things, everything that has happened to me, and hope that maybe, in our last moments of life, you would understand.