I awoke in the middle of the night
Clutching to you for dear
Life

The first night you never let go
Constantly readjusting
Holding me
Asking me to hold you
By grabbing my arms
Pulling my hands across
You.
In pillow land I thought
It would always be alright
But your silence and stares
Real life had entered.

That first night I thought it'd all
Always be right
But that last night it showed me
You can be cruel
Just by your silence.

I thought it'd be strong
I'd be strong
But I'm just another little girl
Clutching to your torso as
You snore

I could not sleep
Because all I could do was wait
And hope
You'd hold me like that first night
Again and again.

Am I the one royally *******?
I thought I had my picking?

A beautiful girl,
Left to her own,
With no one but her soul.

It hurts to know its inside of me
And not so many others

Decions I don't try to make,
Because I know they're hard....

But call me baby girl one more time,
And know
You know you're mine.

"Your *** is on fire"
Is an understatement.

There is no me in you, nor otherwise.
We were meant to be
Our hearts
Our souls
Our bodies.

These puzzle pieces:
They fit together.

Soul mates or sweet disaster?
I am yearning to discover.

Far too easily we fit together
And no one will ever know.

But you're the one I asked for
So, please,
Let it be so.

You've said you'd wait
You're patient as all hell,
Am I the one that's burning?

This choice is given
And it's no joke

Your life it came to mine
Regardless.

I'm ******* because you came to me
And turned my world around.
I never realized how much you could mean to me,

Until today.
You flew away.

I can not apologize for being sorry,
You're the only one who ever knew.

Did I ever know this man between the sheets?
Or is my heart the biggest fool?

it was never you're fault,
Nor could you ever be blamed,
For I'm the one inside this mess
And you?
You're gracefully moving.

...
Who am I  to know the truth?
You say it's all in my hands?
How dare you
To put
Your ***** in my court?

I know I may call the shots,
Stuck between two wars,
But here's the truth:
I may be the only one
Who loses.

Either way,
I'm broken hearted.
I lose no matter what.

For I may seem I have the upper hand...

But neither of you will ever know.

This choice does not end with someone's happiness...
I alone,
Will feel the pain.

I am the girl who has said too much,
one too many drinks,
              way too many words.
it's not my foot in my mouth
just too many words.

I am the girl who shares far too much,
much more than what is necessary.
               you can know my whole life
in just one simple night.

But you do not know what is inside of me.

The soul of an artist:
tormented with yearning
                for something different
the novelty has now been extinguished-

I am bored.

I constantly feel this way-
ready to throw away the clothes of the past
and skinny dip my way to the future.

I am sorry,
      It's not you
      It's Me
too cliche I know

but it is me,
I don't think I have ever been satisfied
and maybe never will-

but that's the thing
I yearn so deeply for-

Contentment for the mundane.

Sometimes, I am the girl
                     I wish that you knew.
Sometimes, I wish I was
                     more predictable.
                     Someone you could rely on.
                     Someone that you could trust,
                                       to do the same-things.
Sometimes, I wish I was
                      running naked in a
                      new and unfamiliar
                                       place.
Sometimes, I want to throw it all away-
                      You are too good for me anyhow.
_______

Sometimes, I think I was made
                      for you,
                      but am afraid it's not
                      the other way around.

Other times I know we are in the right place,
                      But constantly worry-
                       for your heart,
and what I could do to it.