I'm a woman
I can shout
I can scream
Without a doubt
I'm soft
And sweet
Emotions galore
Can't be beat
I see all
I feel more
I'm smart
I keep score
I remember
I try to forget
About that day
We never met
I hear all
I see your heart
And I wanted it
From the start
I am broken
I am confused
I've been beaten
Abandoned and used
I'll get tough
I'll stay strong
and never forget
That you were wrong

I lose myself in your orbitals
whenever they focus on me.

I want to bury my cephalic
in the crevice of your cervical.

I long to keep your brachials
around my dorsum.

You have
amazing scapulars.

Thoracic to thoracic.
Or our palmars intertwined.

Digitals tracing patterns
on each other's abdominals.

Press your oral to my buccal
and we'll see how this goes.

Who ever thought brooks should babble,
should really sit down in a public space for bit.
Because the sounds of cool water
slipping past patchy grass, pebbles and soil,
is not remotely comparable
to the grating voices of middle-aged women
discussing fitness gear, dinner parties and wedding plans.
I've become taken with silence.
I finally understand why it is coveted and cherished.
Silence is when life tries to speak to you.
This is something I didn't entirely grasp when I was younger
and noise was the only validation of living I had.
But the thing about silence that is much like noise,
is that you can only tolerate so much.
And then it's no longer a validation- but an uncomfortable pause
that won't stop
until you respond
to life.

What the **** is this feeling inside my chest?
It feels like I'm floating and most certainly blessed
To have you in my life as my one and only,
I wish you'd just come here and hold me.
I miss you so much it hurts when you're away,
So if you don't mind I'd like for you to stay.
If you break my heart, surely I'll crumble,
But even then, I'll still be there to catch you when you fumble.
I love you baby, please dont leave,
Otherwise "my paper heart will bleed"...

I hope the day comes when I can tell you

That I want to be the one that makes your hands stop shaking

Or your lips stop cracking

I want to tell you how good you look in your recessive genes.