Sometimes the memories
Need to roll down my cheek
Before I can let them go

its pathetic how much i cry
and i don't even know why
if i can't stop these tears
i want to know
why do they flow

Rainy days are about as good as any,
It's a little gray and dreary,
But I love the sound of trickling drops.

She does too,

I love the rain,
When I'm with you.

i'm scared
so scared
that by the time i answer
you wont like me back
it seems like love
happens in a flash
a blink of an eye
they say that i'll know the right time
is that now?

I wake up crying
Dying inside
Tell my parents that i'm ok
But i'm really not
And I hate it when they push further
Because they know that I am lying
But I need them to push me to keep me alive
And I hate the pain of the knife against my skin
But I love the punishment for my sins
I don't think that I can do this anymore
*It hurts too much to try

Politics create barriers.

Art builds bridges.

they say that it gets worse before it gets better-
-and now i'm scared
because if that was bad
what could worse mean for me

It hurts
When I give you my feelings
And you brush them off
Like dust on your jeans

My heart
My soul
My lifetime best friend
Let's me be me
Sensitive and caring
The love of my life and partner knows
Writing Poetry
My other best friend