Oh, Aphrodite, how do you handle such passionate desire?
Goddess of love, beauty, and pleasure, do you ever tire?
You so freely show your body, wearing little attire
Call on your doves and sparrows
Fly me away from life's vicious arrows
A pluck of a rose, a symbol of you
How many lovers have you gone through?
Why do you cast your spells upon me?
Cant you see I yearn to be set free?

Typical you
Thinking the world owes you something
Everything is supposed to be beautiful
But you sit and do nothing

You string along the guys
Everyone thinks they have chance
But once you've fed you need for attention
You don't even give them a second glance

You lie and you curse
You sabotage yourself
Just so you can say your life is worse
And that its hurting your health

Typical you

You say you're heart is broken
Yet you've never been in love
You think you're so innocent
But sweetheart, you're no dove

You go to church
Yet when leave it's all forgotten
You claim you have nothing
But you're spoiled rotten

You have people whom love you
Yet still lonely you stay
How do I help you
Do we have to runaway?

Why cant you face your demons?
What is the skeleton in your closet that so hard to clean out?
Cant you see that actually living is what life is supposed to be about?
Typical you

I'm writing you this letter
So my life is not a lie
I'm writing you this letter
So that I may say goodbye
Please don't shed any tears
This is what I want
Life is too hard
Its not your fault
I'm in need of a friend
Someone who will help me through
I'm in need of someone who was as good to me as you

I look down at the yellow tiles
I trace the orange petals with my eyes
The bucket is on the floor next to the toilet
I'll be right out turns into on of my biggest lies
I feel a breeze from the window
And close the vent that resides in its center
The snow is glistening in the moonlight
Such a lonely winter..

I pull down the shade
It wraps around itself like an old scroll
There's footsteps, loud and strong, coming from down the hall
Shhh
Deep breaths

The paint on the wall is flaking
Like my sanity, it withers away
There's a voice inside my head that keeps telling me to stay
It wreaks of *****
Hair clogs the drain on the floor
I'm going to do this
Lock the door**

I retrieve the ammonia
And pour it into the bucket of bleach
The room is small and the maximum capacity of one has been reached
Something comes out of the bucket
A cloud of gas
Finally something will carry me home
Freedom alas

The room starts to fill
My lungs start to burn
It's taking so long
Death is all I yearn

What if someone found me
What if I break their heart
Maybe I shouldn't do this
It could tear them apart
So I dump out my concoction
And I walk away
No one ever found out
And I lived another day

I hate airplanes.
I hate them
More than
Anything
I've ever hated.

Except the flight
From Dulles
To Ft. Lauderdale.
I like that.

Especially at night
When it feels like
Stars
Can be caught with
A thin fishing line
Twenty feet away

And eventually you
Go off the mainland
And can't tell where
The water starts
Or
The stars stop.

Then you see a
Sudden line of lights below
And beyond that
An infinity of bright bursts
Of lights
And lamps.

All darkness,
Then suddenly
Light.

I really hate planes.

But not the flight
From Dulles
To Ft. Lauderdale
At night.
I love that.