there's something holy in the way
your lips curl into a smile
as you tell a lie.

broken promises dripping off
your honeyed tongue-
smooth and sticky,

i swallow them.
they burn my throat
on the way down.

Isn't it funny
how the whole world is ran
on reputations.
People bend themselves
to match the expectations of others.
They do not allow themselves to do things
for the sake of their reputations.
People don't let themselves
be themselves
Everyone tries to act
like what they see.
Its too bad most people cannot see
the personalities of the goodhearted people.
Life covered in a thousand scars.
Each time we are seen as different,
the scar reopens.
The cycle repeats,
and what is hurt
can never be fixed.
Reputations
**** society.
People strive to be
smartest
prettiest
kindest
hardest worker
biggest ****
and everything in between,
and those who do not "fit"the category
are discarded into the land of the lost.
Reputations ****.
Why can't people just accept others
*for who they really are

I'm afraid of heights, but if you were on the balcony of a 60 story building ready to jump at 3am, I'd sit with you until the sun set again listening to your life story.
I'm afraid of sharp objects, they make me think of my past, but if you held a blade to your skin, crying in the shower,  I'd barge in and hold you until the water got cold, soaking into my clothes.
I avoid dark alleys and walks at night, but if I woke up without you next to me,  I'd wander the city looking for the trail that would lead you home.
Depression isn't new to me, I'm familiar with how distorted reality gets and how hard it is to hold on. I'll tie a rope from my heart to yours, so one of us is always there to pull the other back.

just a leaf left
on the pillow next to me
now, a whisper of smoke
vapor tracing your path

out the door
going back to the
limb I stole you from,
the place you must return

I rake my bed for more,
try to make
a place
for you to fall

again, next time.

I only wear my red lipstick
when im feeling sinister,
when im feeling poisonous.
I only wear my red lipstick
when im on the prowl,
searching for my prey,
ready to pounce.
I only wear my red lipstick
when im loving you,
when I feel close to you,
when I feel close to you,
almost melting.

I only wear my red lipstick
for you.

Waking breath ghostly frozen, clang of ***-belly stove opening, cedar crackles good morning, sap sizzles, pops, melting.  Warmth finds children sleeping, humid air, mouth-breathing.  Smell of boy sweat and feet, young women ripely sweet.  

Cats purring, stirring, padding quiet down stairs, weave meowing through mom's legs.  Dented percolator burbles better days, snap of toast burned haze, molten mush bubbles burst, fade.  Birds early on the highway Paradise-seeking, time, flash-burned, fleeting. Cobalt jay mockingly complains, chickadee sings his own name, coyote wails, thin and plain.  

Children rise, sleep in their eyes, squabble over bathroom prize, eldest wins, click, locks herself in.  Hurry, hurry the bus is coming, ancient driver, annoyed and honking.  Brown-bag lunches crinkled running, feet slapping, seats squeaking, lungs hot and bursting.  Ride the dawn breaking, hearts aching for more than this, rural bliss.

Stop sign flashes caution, young lovers in the back seat, bodies in motion.  Stop, start, sway on down the highway. Engine mimics hot blood lust, accelerated diesel rush, nothing can stop us. You grab my knee - young, carefree.  Brakes sigh and hiss, sneak one last kiss. You mouth - meet me later, we'll sneak out, rush to a future we haven't got, ready or not.  

The old road at dusk, frog song accompanies us, bike wheels on the asphalt hum, forbidden moonlight run.  Feel your heartbeat on my spine, frantic drumming matching mine. Horned owl hoots, forlorn and bleak, a premonition we refuse to heed, reckless with need. In the clearing young love begins, forget-me-knots on burning skin.