As they lie there, she waits.
For something, for anything,
but not for anything, for affection,
acknowledgement at least.
The sheets ruffle as he turns,
away form her. She storms out, pierced
by fact that tonight will be viewed
as nothing more, than a mistake.

There were hundreds on that ship
He watched her and thought she's beautiful
She saw him and thought better look out
He was cordial and she was cold
But in the two dates that they had on that ship
They found something to hold
And carry to opposites sides of the country
She visited that summer and he that fall
Every ticket expense was worth it all
On the 19th of April the two from hundreds became one

I’m lying on the floor
My stomach is twisting and screaming
I behaved in a way my parents would deplore
But the hands...’n drinks--
Lights blaring, music beaming
The walls are moving and I might be drooling
But I don’t have the ca-ca-cognitive function to help my condition
The laughter sounds like...
Ughhh...
I’m lying on the floor
Wishing I was one-hundred percent sober

I’m sorry my brother gave you lice
After this you will have had it thrice
Although icky and gross
The lice certainly know
That a girl like you will entice
I’m sorry my brother gave you lice

The
  ants
    came
       today
          Through
              the always
                  hiding crack
                    Lurking unknown till
                      already on her back
                         Marching steady towards her heart
                        their regular attempt to tear her apart
                       The unannounced guest
                      Here to steal leftover happiness
                    Happiness that would hold her over
                  Turned to crumbs eaten away till she was numb
               She could list them off by name
               Knowing exactly who to blame for the excruciating pain
               There was Rejection, Frustration, Unmet Expectations,
                Helplessness, Worthlessness, and her favorite Loneliness
                        They’re never quick to leave
                                  hiding underneath
                                           her sleeve
                                                For one last go
                                                        at her heart
                                                             before they
                                                                          truly
                                                           ­                    did
                                         ­                                            d e   p     a       r         t

Telling in a skill I have yet to master
However sharing is one that I can do faster
In order to convey my thoughts to you
I will create poems that you may relate to
Or perhaps change your views

I have decided to accept the poetry challenge
A task that at times may be hard to manage
Although I am late
July 23 is the date
That will start my 30 day fate

You walked away from me
Stabbed me once and let me bleed

Proved that all you said were lies
Then ran away with no goodbye

"My head says I don't need you"
Really hon? Well ***** you too--
                                Who needs you?