"You're in love with my mind.

But sometimes, sweetheart,
a woman needs a man
who loves her ***." (Full Moon And You're Not Here, by Sandra Cisneros)

This rings true,
At least in my own mind.
Vice versa, plus up and down.

I respect, to a point,
That some may not feel
That that's important at all.

But oh, I've read too much
Of love and lust
And everything else that comes with romance.

I've never settled
Never will
And no regret in that.

My fiery heart has no room
For simple plots
And half baked thoughts.

I think too much
But it helps a little
As all I do is detailed through and through.

That may make me a frigid *****
Someday in some realm.
I'm already used to *****, anyway.

I daydream more than I dream,
Which is what makes me such a dreamer.
Complex twists and turns in each mind adventure.

I have many hopes
Though not all will be accomplished.

Hopefully the best ones
Will manifest as I hope.
God knows I've kicked enough *** for it.

I will tie myself to no one
Not a man, woman, or friend
At least, not yet.

Hello, you
I guess you're new
Because anyone with any sense
Would know that crossing me doesn't last

I've dealt with plenty of *******
You're not new and niether are your words.
Eliminating you is easier than drinking water.
Doesn't cost much and takes little time.

Surprised? Well, your grand mistake,
Your extremely stupid move,
Was trying to cross a girl like me
Who has absolutely nothing to lose.

Not for a while, anyway.

These nights in bed
Where I am up much too late
Espiecally with such early class

But the stress of those classes-
No, the stress of the people
Make it a need to drown the demons

I can handle class
Flick of the wrist
Five minutes each.

People are much harder
I try to relate how I can
To my friends who I cling to

But I am not good at this.
Stumbling to bashful words
Nothing interesting on my mind but businesslike questions.

I want to say
"How do you feel today?"
But I often get the same **** answer.

"I'm good."
*******, we're teenagers.
Nothing's ever just 'good'.

Whenever I do come up with something
Ears are sewn closed
Mouths repeating 'mmhm' like a mantra.

And then there's the loneliness
Can I help it if I want a gentle hand,
And maybe a pretty face?

Forced relationships aren't my thing.
I've seen it and I'm seeing it
So I stray far from that.

Okay, maybe a few friends are okay.
Though who knows how long that'll last.
I'm pretty good at ******* those up.

So the stars watch me
And listen my crooning sobs
Sung out like an opera.

I hope and pray for better luck
And slowly it comes.
But for now, music stays my friend,
My bed my lover.

The song of the city,
Crooning beautifully
As we zoom on the highway.
The lights guiding its rhythm.

The wind brings it to me
Wrapping me up tightly
Clearing my heart
Like a duster in an attic.

It starts with a good electric.
Melody like F21 mood music.
Vocals like a lullaby
But more like motivation.

It holds relief in each measure,
Like a drug, or maybe
Love & Drugs
Making me wistful.

Few hear it here,
I'm quite aware.
I'm a city girl
Stuck in the uptight town.