I say hello and smile
At the same man every day
Never more words shared
Than can be said while walking by
I like him more than everyone else
I don't know what he thinks
Or what he feels
Or what keeps him up at night
Or the wounds that lie beneath his smile
And that is just perfect for me
He can't be ruined
And he cannot ruin me
I have never known a good love
I have never loved very well
So I consider these hello's
To be the most lovely words
Ever spoken
Such a small happiness
In dreaming a small dream

She complains of emptiness
A draw of the blunt, rivers of liquor.
Suppressed & oppressed
"Can death come any quicker?"
Half her soul down the drain
Her noose; preferably a spiked chain..
Drowning in thoughts
fighting last minute and now swimming to shore..
Washed up on land, attempting to stand
But no longer can..
She sits up and sees a wave coming in
Giving up and unable to rise
Arms extended towards the sky
Shutting her eyes
Waiting for the tide to come in..
The end now begins.

She looks up to the mirrored glass
She sees a handsome horse and rider pass
She say, 'That man's gonna be my death
'Cause he's all I ever wanted in my life
And I know he doesn't know my name
And that all the girls are all the same to him
But still I've got to get out of this place
'Cause I don't think I can face another night
Where I'm half sick of shadows
And I can't see the sky
Everyone else can watch as the tide comes in

So why can't I?

i want to shed my my skin
to be rebirthed in some sense of worth
Baptized in love

rather than sinking into insignificance
venting destructively or constructively

Started gambling lightly.. emptying my pockets nightly.

I can't explain
My foolish intrigue
Your words are
Kisses stitched into skin.
You leave me
Branded,
Waiting to be known.
****** but not forgotten.
I lose each waking dream
Only to begin anew —
Loveless. Irrational.
Would you want
a hapless man
Who
wandered from the path?
Can you
understand the pain
that forces me to laugh?
I want to belong
In your smokey realms
Conjured at your fingertips
Reckless inbetween
your thighs.

If my heart were a garden meant to grow and flourish with each person I gave it to
*Then I've been watering dead plants for years