sometimes
i pay for
stuff with
change just to
see the horror
on the cashier's
face.

counting down the days till i choke on the words i should have spoke and
croak just like every other bloke
beaten and worn like a queen between spokes
sitting in the bathroom cutting lines of coke
bask and soak in the stale smoke
i could end it all in one swift stroke or
at the end of one tight rope
easily provoked and not one to poke fun
i'm the slimy yolk
swallow me raw and i'll crawl
right back up your throat
choke

my body:
she sits with me under the cold water of the shower and wipes the tears from the lines under my eyes. she lifts me up and wraps her arms around me. she tucks me into bed at night and wakes me each morning, peeling off the comforter and sheets. she tells me i'll be okay, because my lungs still work and my heart still beats. she loves me when nobody else can.

this girl,
this poor deluded
girl.

all the things she
almost said
stuck between her teeth.

the sweet i miss you's
and i love you's
hacking away enamel.

saccharine nothings
disintegrating molars
and canines.

as her teeth drop
from her head
she puts them in her pocket.

just as a little
reminder of the things
that almost were.

Good night. Don't let the bed bugs bite.
I promise there is a light. Just close your eyes and things will be alright.
Sleep and dream of somewhere out of sight like the movies that are black and white.
When you go to sleep tonight ill hold you tight.
I promise things will be alright. Know that i'm forever yours tonight.

Like a lion I seem So brave, But inside i feel like I'm in a cave.
My "Confidence" roars It almost seems as if I'm ready for war.
But sadly enough, I'm not tough.
Strong i may seem, But I'm tearing apart at the seams.
You have to agree, Showing the real me would only cause people misery.
So i hide so no one can see my insides.
Like a eagle i want to soar, but i always run into a door.
Trapping myself in a cage, only building up rage.
Like lion I seem brave.

Lips of velvet and skin of satin,
I long to wrap myself in the comforts,
Of these lavish fabrics,
Your hair smells of wildflowers,
So I fill my home with them,
Petunias and lilacs and daisies
All to remind me,
Of you
The wildflowers on my kitchentable are wilting,
Yet still, somehow, retain their life.
Just as the love I had for you, too,
Slowly wilted, and started to die
The pedals soon start to fall,
As too do memories of you, me, and of it all
Stems are starting to bend,
Reminding me once again,
That all good things, such as you and I,
Are only mortal, eternally ******,
That all good things, must come to an end
But there's still the future to look forward too,
I need to look forward to that, instead of reflecting,
On what could have been