I want...
              To write...
                               A happy poem...
                                                              But I am...
                                                                                  Still waiting...
                                                             For the day...
                                      When I...
                  Will be...
  Truly...
                                ...Happy.

Seriously?
just pour me
a  different
life.

I only dress pretty because I like the way your breath stops as I shyly toy with the straps of my dress. 

“Would you kiss me here?”

The ebb and flow of things.

With every one of your shaky exhales more layers of soft fabric will drop to reveal even softer skin, as if my ****** functions are in sync with your breath. We are connected this way.

“I want you to bite me here”

The ebb and flow of things.

I close my eyes to the rhythm of your heart rate speeding up.

Your eyes are wide open.

Ebb and flow.

I dress myself up, and I am alone again.

The ebb and flow of things.

Needles pressing on my neck
waiting for the skin to break

Needles pressing on my eyes
trying to reach the soul

Needles stuck into my ears
this hurts more than they know

It's not their fault
it's not my fault
it's no one's fault
just breathe
relax
relax relax relax

Needles going up my nose
too much
too much!

The needles slowly break my blood brain barrier
become my very existence
i pop