****, I guess my legs aren't working quite right lately.
I'm taking awkward steps you know.
Some big, some small,
and they're all mixed up.
And I don't seem to be going in any direction at all.
Some times I go right, then sometimes left.
And I walk backwards. A lot.
A whole lot.
Some big steps, some small steps,
even when I'm walking backwards.
Just imagine how tough that is.

I'm going to have to get used to the way you breathe.
Sort of heavy and fast.
Surprising for such a small girl.
I like it though.
I like your skin too,
it's soft.
My hands move so lightly on your skin.
I'm going to have to get used to that.

Don't go in the water with him.
My bathtub is filled and warm.
The ocean is too cold.
Please do not go in the water with him.
Look, Look, I have bubbles,
he only has foam.
Do not, do not, do not, go in the water with him.
I, will carve into my chest for you
and tint my water red.
Don't ******* go in the water with him!
I have the deepest tub, and the warmest water.
Why don't you understand?
My tub is full and warm and red,
but even as i scream your back is turned to me.
Your smile aimed, pointed at the wrong, wrong, wrong person.
I'll wait for you,
pitying my self in my deep, warm, red water
with a skewed smile.

Hit me i deserve it
everything I did makes me deserve it
Hit me I deserve your punch.
A punch, not a slap.
I want a closed fist.
Really clenched, tight tight tight.
and BOOM!
full power.
I'd prefer lower left Jaw,
but anywhere is fine.

The sun is up,
it's beautiful.
My window pane is no barrier for such a force.
My clock is reset,
my eye lids are up.
Extending my limbs past my head
my ears get momentarily cloudy.
When I sit up,
it's beautiful.
My window pane is hardly a barrier for such a force.
A sibling's groan,
It means they're up.
Thank you sun for setting my clock.
My window pane is hardly a barrier for your grace.
I feel heavy,
but my eye lids are up.
My mother died this morning.

You can't quit now
you've come too far.
A tear is a tear
but this thing is a beast.
Tears will do nothing
but set you back paces
and drugs only go so far.
You can't forget you have a heart.
Fight it with heart.
Lets the tears be tears,
but fight it with heart.

On a more disturbing note I found a man that was half dead in my bed this morning.
He had a picture in his hand of a woman.
Probably one he had never even met.
She was naked and beautiful
Too beautiful
For this man to have.
There was no chance that a man half dead such as this could ever walk along side a woman of her caliber.
She was the artist, in his mind at least. When he closed his eyes he saw her face instead of the actress.
Imagined her ******* instead of the actress
Her hair instead of the actress
Her ****** instead of his hand.
But
All there was, was this half dead man with a vivid imagination.
The artist was far away
and didn’t even know about his feelings.
And so I called her and described this half dead man on my bed,
And she said
“no I don’t know him. I don’t love him neither.”
And that was it. Just enough to convince me that I was this man, not half dead ,
But dead.

John was a wonderful painter.
He would paint apples and people and dogs.
And he was happy.
Then he fell in love with an artist
And he was happy.
Then she broke his heart.
Now, he can no longer paint.

I didn’t know a person could be this happy,
feel this light.
The kind that is in relation to weight.
Three words can change a persons life
and three words can change a person weight.
His shoulders will move easier
His legs will move swifter
His back will stand taller
His head will tilt upwards
The side walk on which he walks is equally happy,
For there is less lifting to be done.

But I have four legs and a tail.
So why is it not so simple?
Do I not have a tongue that is quenched by water?
And eyes to see what I’d like?
I have all these things yet it is not as simple.
What is it that sets us apart?
For now I will settle on clothing.

There is no need for zippers in the future.
We only use buttons.
Easier to undo,
they require only one swift motion
while zippers require two.
some say we digress,
but we simply resort to practicality.
a zipper can get caught,
a button just falls off.
a zipper can lose teeth,
a button just falls off.
a zipper eventually rusts,
a button just falls off.
But we can always just sew the button back on.
That is why we choose buttons in the future.