Women have their needs
They cannot be ignored, made fun of or abandoned
Listen to her, compromise for her, negotiate
Make her feel like she's the center of your vast universe
A man will know when he's in love with a woman
When her well-being is the highest concern in his mind
Real honeys are hard to find
So make sure you don't leave her behind
She's so important
Respect her, always
Count your blessings and remember to thank god on the ground she walks on
You may never meet somebody so special in your whole life
Fulfill her needs, so that beauty can be complete

Put on your armor,
Slip into your high heeled shoes.
Wear them with everything.
Wear them as long as you need them.
Wear them to feel safe.
Wear them to feel powerful.
Wear them to feel important.
And go about the business of living.
Figure out who you are.
Figure out what's important.
Figure out how you're going to put your "weird" to use.
Don't build any walls to high.
Don't try to get out with your heart intact.
When something hurts you, let it hurt.
And after all of that is done.
I hope you no longer need that armor.
I hope you can look yourself in the eye.
I hope you find a way to help the next "weird" girl in line.

It happens quietly. Sometimes I don't even notice
until I am by myself late at night, staring at the ceiling.
I realize that it's not because I can't fall asleep
it's because I can't find any peace.
The thought sticks out to me because it's so singular,
it can't latch onto something else.
When I'm sad I feel tired, I feel hopeless
I feel nothing at all.

It creeps up on me. slowly, then suddenly
I am engulfed, held captive by a heart that
has vowed to hurt itself, over and over again.
A never-ending invocation of spontaneous sadness
if only I better understood my soul.
Maybe then, I wouldn't feel for the world
maybe then, I could fade from this earth.