I ****** up.
fell for someone who could never
care for me, and I'm paying
the **** consequences.
I got too lost
too fast
too wrapped up in
who I wanted you to be,
and not who you are,
or what you're capable of.

oh, inconsistent me.
crying out for
consistency.

Trace figure eights along my body
and stop apologizing.
Lets find out
if the damage
can be undone.

is that what poetry has become?
your eyes are like clouds
her heart hurts
roses and thorns-
stop punishing me with your incompetence,
with your ignorance,
feel something and give it to me
in more than one language.
if i don't feel every syllable
coursing through my body
in all the wrong ways
(you're a thunder storm, baby,
you're a forest fire under a full moon)
then it isn't worth my spit.
give me something filthy.
have a couple drinks and tell me how
raw you feel then.
peel back each layer
of your broken soul
and show me what you got.
it's not about love,
it's not about lust,
it's about how deep you can dig
when you know you're about to hit rock bottom.
give me something filthy
and write your name all over it.
write my name, too.

babe lets crack open
a bottle of wine.
get so drunk i trace my body with my hands
and pretend they're yours.
i feel like dying tonight.
the stars are screaming
your name
shooting through me
like bullets.

oh yes honey,
i miss your voice.
like hands around my neck.
like a crying
child.

I am a question,
not because of my punctuation,
but because of my need
to be answered.

There's a pirate,
who's shipwrecked in my gut.
And I'm not sure if I'm the princess
or the ship.
But I'd let him crash against me
any way he wanted.
Cause at the end of the day I'm the wheel,
and his hands against me are
stormy seas.