Sweet and silent,
A girls hardest moment,
We keep quiet,
Just for a moment.

We know when something's up,
We know how you feel,
Could you give us a chance?
To show you the real.

Not all of us are the same,
Not all of us are perfect,
Give a girl you wouldn't a chance,
She might be real.

We may have the temper,
We might have tears,
But when we say
I love you,
You better believe.

We mean what we say,
We say what we mean,
If you don't believe us,
Well hunny you're leaving.

We may be independent,
But we want that strong hand,
We need help,
From an actual man.

To say it's just as true today as it was long ago
Would be the only truth I turned a lie to be alone
But you are still a picture framed so perfectly to me
Your colours be the song I sing before I fall asleep
The part of me that died with you I want to live again
I want to keep my arms around your love until the end
And when we've conquered death and time, forever will be ours
Reminding us eternally our love is who we are

We are critical.

We find flaws in
everything we see
because nobody
wants to write
about perfection,
even though sometimes
we wish we could just stay
staring into that
unblemished surface.

2. We are never satisfied.

We live our lives upon
mountains of
scrunched up
bits of refill and
ideas we gave up
trying to
express.

3. We never forget.

We write words about
eye contact made
three months ago
that we replay over
and over in our minds
even though it
stopped
being relevant.

4. We are fickle.**

Our emotions flash
from one
to the other
like strobe lighting that
disorientates us
until we feel as if
the world
will never be still.

5. We are exposed.

We don't know how
to keep our feelings
to ourselves so
we'll write them
down for
you to find
'accidentally'.

6. We are vulnerable.

We wear our
hearts on our sleeves
and won't lift a
muscle to fight back
if somebody tries
to break it
because we thrive
from the pain.

7. We will never stop.

We will never stop
feeling and
we will never stop
hurting,
we will never stop
breaking and
bleeding and
loving
even though the cycle
is endless
and we know what's
coming next.


We are addicted
to agony,
but we agonise
for the art.

blue on these windows
   would be red
like a *****'s lips
    ebony would be
dark as night
   scary
pink is effeminate
    green is almost the right
girl
     where do I find green colored blinders to make
human women look as appealing as
make believe
like late at night on the internet

violet is purposed
purple is purposeful

magenta colored eyes with yellow pupils
are what I seek.

I'll bring you face to face with the mirror
That your insecurities have spent years cracking, shattering
And I'll brush the shards of glass aside,
Remove the splinters from your eyes
In a way that finally shows you
You are beautiful,
You are loved,
You are enough.

her eyes were blond
a breast of Valentines
awestruck, we was by
*** that stuck out into yesterday and a face that
would make you     kiss her dad,
a friend of mine, stuck an elbow
into my rib and said, she's lookin'
at you. I knew she was.
But, was it because i was droolin'