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Daughter May 2013
When you know what's in my mind,
you crawl into my ears and whisper the sweet nothings of your lust
You reach yourself into my eyes and hide what you do not want me to see
You kiss the veins of my heart and your wicked love pumps through my body
And I am your captive
And forever will be until you set me free
You let me go, and give my tired thoughts
and worries back to me.
Daughter May 2013
I breath you in like a drag on an old cigarette
One I've kept in the pocket of my favorite jean jacket
Always there in case of emergency
You fill my lungs with thick smoke, clouding my judgment of what's good for me
And what's not.

I drink you down like golden tequila
Quick and stinging as you glide down my throat with that numbing burn
You taste so warm in my empty stomach
Where you sit and wait
Until you seep up to my brain  
After a bad night's sleep

I swallow you whole
You're my little white pill.
You lay me down to bed
Only to find I feel nothing but everything I wanted to forget

I regret your touch and the grasp you hold inside
Let go of these weary veins
Let these eyes fall to sleep without your heavy shadows
I kiss you goodnight one last time
And tell myself I am good and fine
Daughter Apr 2013
I can't tell you how badly I want to kiss your lips.
I could never explain how much I want your hand to run up my back
once more.
Guiding me straight to your heart.
If I could have just one last moment,
I wouldn't be able to show you
how quickly you make me fall in love.
Because you are poison
and I am a sea.
Every drop of my body has been tainted
with what used to be.
Daughter Mar 2013
Crawl into my sheets
Lay parallel to me.
I want to forget which limbs are mine
and get lost in the tangled mess of
our bodies.
I want you to remind me of the
hidden spots you like to touch.
Those places, plain and ordinary to
any others' fingertips.
I want to feel your chest push against
me as you breathe in a morning
of a night warmly slept.
Pull the strands of lonely hairs away
from the corners of my mouth
And kiss my lips
Make sure you are the first word
on my tongue.
So that you linger in my breath
for the day to come.
Daughter Nov 2012
I'm angry that I gave you so much.
You took and you take
I was bought by your touch.
Days leaked by, me loving you.
A day too long came too soon.
A heart for a heart, piece by piece
Ink from my soul, I slowly release.
Year to year I stayed in your gaze.
A shadow to the side, without delays.
You stopped your outflow, soaking me up.
A sponge of lust to fill your cup.
A taker of light, a heart wrenching theft.
How can I let go, with nothing left?
Daughter Oct 2012
Let me look up into the sky
and dream.
Let the sun shine on me and make me feel special.
Let me lay in the green grass and hold its blades
between my fingertips.
Let the sun shine on me and make me feel special.
Let me spin my body through the whispered wind of the trees.
Let the sun shine on me and make me feel special.
Let my eyes widen with the beauty of a single petal falling from a rose colored flower.
Let the sun shine on me and make me feel special.
Let me breath in the aroma of warmth through my grinning lips.
Let the sun shine on me and make me feel special.
Let me hum a tune, a melody of beautiful silence.
Let the sun shine on me and make me feel special.
**The sun is shining on me, because I am special.
Daughter Oct 2012
A princess made of bubbles.
Flowers open to reveal
a world
where the ants congregate.

Light drips and pours                                                            ­                                                                 ­             
little rivers through trees that grow pockets, holding dust                                                             ­                 
that makes you sneeze sparkle streaks.                                                         ­                                                       

Watch out for the grass that looks too green.
It'll tickle your little feet.
The purple fields are much nicer.
As soft as the lime green grizzly who lives in the cave
made of quartz.

Lay down.                                                            ­                                                                 ­                                   
Listen to the song of                                                               ­                                                                 ­                
Kistin.                                                         ­                                                                 ­                                              
The king, the leader.                                                          ­                                                                 ­                   
The buffalo who keeps the peace                                                            ­                                                              
and keeps it all in the pretend.
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