you left me with
few cuts and bruises
i do not blame you.
in fact,it is all
self inflicted.
it makes me happy
it makes all the pretty
pictures of your laughter
flicker in my head.
i'm giving a part
of my flesh
to see you smile,
seems like a
really good deal.

Dogs barking in the distance
Don't hurt him. I won't --
hurt myself, anymore.

This isn't love, This isn't hate.
This is that sorta thing hard to relate.
This isn't luck, this isn't fate,
This is that sorta thing hard to escape.

This is the truth, this is a lie,
This is my reason for getting on by,
This is a low, this is a high,
This is the reason I ask myself, why?.

This is a story that shouldn't be wrote.
This is a saying that you shouldn't quote.
This is a struggle that I've never spoke,
This is the reason I'm rowing the boat.

Why am I rowing the boat?

Refusing to sink,
3 a.m and i think,
By 5 a.m &I; might be crouched over a sink,

What of this life,
So called living,
so called, i haven't felt full since thanksgiving.

So called, so called...
God did his roll call,

And for a second I hesitated.
And whispered, Here... You?
The reply i got was..

I Hear You.



-afj

do not date a girl
who writes.
she will internalize
everything,
carve poems
into your eyelashes
instead of
kissing them,

she will analyze you,
calculate age
from the rings
your coffee cup
leaves
instead of refilling it.

she will memorize
the way your
lips curl around steam,
but not that you
take it
two sugars,
no cream.

she will read your
palm instead of
holding it
against her chest.

she will not
blink
when you leave,
because she is
already
romanticizing it.

Broken people are beautiful. Their shattered parts are clear. You can observe and see what's in their minds. And their rough, edgy sides... oh, the excitement to discover! Those large pieces of them -- you can probably hug the life out of it. The smaller portions can easily hide and wait for you to seek it.

But take caution: Once you mishandle them, you'll get a cut.

you were my spine,
now I can't sit up straight.

the phone rings
she picks it up. it's nothing --
stupid expectations
ruin everything

i didn't cry when my father
said he wasn't sure he loved
me anymore and i didn't cry
when my mother let him hit
me so hard i passed out
i didn't cry when my first ever
boyfriend broke my heart and
went after my best friend and i
didn't cry when they lasted so
much longer
i didn't cry when the cancer
stole my grandfather from me
and i didn't cry at the funeral
when everybody was asking
me how i felt
i didn't cry after all of those
boys took advantage of my
inability to fight back and i
didn't cry when they all told
everyone about it
but ******* it i could't stop
the tears fast enough when you
said you didn't love me anymore