Our backs hold stories
Not even the spine
On a book can handle

poetry comes easy
when i'm at my most queasy
when my heart is still trying to heal

emotions are not friends
they'll turn on you in the end
overwhelm you until you don't know what to feel

This girl refuses to spend
anymore of her life
kneeling in the dirt,

tending to others needs
before my own.

My spine will not be bent
so others can stand tall.

I am worth so much more than that.

If I can’t have you in this reality
Then I will visit you every night in the one I can create

pay me no mind
i'm just a figure in the background
don't waste your time
trying to spot me amidst the crowd
i think you'll find
it's better just to walk away now
i'll be alright
and eventually... i'll just be another face that you've forgotten about

once you forget me...
and let me fade to gray...
just forget me...
it's just better this way..
so please forget me--

forget me...

But if I drifted away
Would you pull me back?
Take me in your arms?
Do you know?

~Fin.

It used to be a haiku
     full of pain and sadness.
But I broke apart that form,
Tore apart the words,
     and rearranged them into shields.
Now, I have a wall of shields
     each one a haiku I wrote
     about you.
Every sword was forged from each tear
     I shed from your bloodied words.
You have created a soldier
     Hardened in your spite and anger.
I would tell you not to worry,
     But I don't think you ever did.