Your touch sends a quiver beneath my skin
And I feel a fire burn inside my chest
Your love pours over me, cleansing my sin
I feel the same fire, burn inside your breast
And when a fire burns, it starts to spread
Wrapping around everything you've cherished
I'm engulfed from my toe up to my head
Flames that burn this bright could never perish
Even when low, they're always smoldering
Cold on the outside, warm in the middle
And with all that weight you've been shouldering,
I hope I can heat you up a little

Now when I feel the cold, I lean on you
Feeling warm, enjoying October hues.

Poems pose as pathways into me
By me I mean the depths that can't be seen
With the naked eye pryed open wide
Instead they pave a passage into my personal pods of passion
My inner solitude, my sour moods and attitudes
My attributes and traits that relate all of me to each piece individually
Poems create the most realistic vision of me
Deeper than a glazed over gaze into my soul
For in poetry rests the ability for normalcy to retreat from me
Exposing the roads closed and accelerating on them at speeds untold
Unprepared for what words my wit will wrap wildly entwined
As the thoughts flow so, in their prime from my mind
Travelling through my veins and exiting at the grip of my fingertips
As the ink drips in calligraphic patterns of raced mess appearing to make sense.
Each time I pick up my pen and write
I fight for the freedom within me to flee free
Thank you, Poetry

I don't recognize the face in the mirror
This face I see isn't mine
Perhaps it's the makeup I wear
The red lips, painted face, and gorgeous exaggerated eyes
Or maybe it the choices I've made that makes this girl unrecognizable
All the times I've chose right over left
Or adverted my gaze.
When I chose not to see what was right in front of me
Maybe the face staring back no longer belongs to me
This girl with the pale skin and beautiful soul seeing eyes isn't who I am
It isn't that my reflection is lying to me but simply everything I have done has made me lose sight of who I was.
How could it be that my vision became so warped that I no longer see the innocence?
That face in the mirror no longer belongs to me
That isn't my face
That isn't me
That is my innocence

And I do wonder
Why it is
I'm never enough?

I wanna jump off
A diving board
Into a galaxy
And float away
To discover
Myself