There was a girl
Who loved drawing circles
For some strange reason
It made her feel whole

She loved how they were rounded
No sharp edges that would hurt
And how they are always proportionate
None completely different from another

So she drew them all over her room
As the idea of perfection continued to loom
Until her compass broke
Making her lose her bearings

She tries to draw circles on her own
Scared to complete them
She knows they're not perfect
So she stopped doing what she loved

Dear mother

Tis world thou hath left
Thy soul in heavens abode
Thy love my only gift
A candle lit in Tis heart
A light to share to all
For my actions to speak
To the needy to give
To wipe a tears few
As thee watch from heavens home
May my life bring thee a smile

She harms her insides
Does it show on the outside?
No, only a few people know how bad the harming got.
She yearns for more poison
Her eyes get a little wider
FEEL SOMETHING FEEL SOMETHING
Love love love! how do i get that feeling You cannot so she searches for more poison. Her eyes once got too wide and she was scared for her life! No more no more! But its never enough. I AM NOT WIERD BECAUSE YOU DONT UNDERSTAND ME. Snort some more babe feel hard feel whole again its the only way on the coast driving along and all i feel is free. someone turns and says they are getting a little concerned for her then someone quickly changes the subject. She is fine! She poisons herself for fun! her eyes continue to bulge? Is she Alive? Is she Alive? She needs an Alieve.

He gets off
on watching you
with me

You made him ***
when he saw you
underneath me

His hand in his pants
when he saw you
covered in hickeys
from me

Do you remember
when he begged
to watch you
interlace your tongue
with mine

You made him moan
when you were on your back,
*******, by me

He loves to watch you
*with me.

When I was younger, dreams of you haunted me with sickening fire and brutality,
I would wake up with tear streaked cheeks just begging the air that you would visit me
When I grew older, the dreams lessened and a strong ache grew in my chest,
allowing me to breathe less and less until the point where I suffocated with longing for you
And now I am here and instead of a burning ache I get outbursts of fierce intensity, bringing me to the edge of my sanity leaving me weak and broken
So tell me, did it hurt you to be apart from me or was I the only one counting the days

I lean on many crutches
the ones I have to accept
otherwise I could not stand
-when a storm comes knocking
so I tape them to my hands
they are no hindrance to
my aspiration , indeed
in that ironic state I found
freedom calling out loud