I watched him read
my little blurbs
no doubt seeing
whispers of his fingers
tracing its lines.

'it's not the
best thing
I've ever
written,'
I said.

Her name is Leigh
And she sleeps inside of me
I've made up lies to tell her
To get her to fall back asleep
She has a tendency to wake up
In the middle of the night
Screaming for me to join her
She's always been afraid
Of monsters under her bed.
I've learned sick lullabies to sing
Her back into hibernation
And now they are telling me
I can't sing anymore
They are trying to rip
Out my vocal chords
And Leigh just sits there
Crying her eyes out
Because she's afraid of the dark
And my skin keeps her away
From the sun
So maybe instead of singing
I will rip open my skin
Like they want to rip out my vocal chords
So she can see the light.

The piercing sound of her cry
Is what keeps me up at night
And I'm tired of losing sleep
So maybe I will try and stop singing
To her those sick little songs
But she has to stop crying
She won't stop.

I can't get her to stop.

Please make her to stop.

I've run out of sleeping pills
And there aren't enough lights
Turned on in my bedroom
To get her to stop screaming.
She's always been afraid of the dark.

She won't stop crying.

I think she has learned that
The darkness she is afraid of
Comes from inside of me.
And the darkness that blooms inside me

Is there because I can't get any sleep.

"I figured it out long ago
The dark is nothing to be afraid of
I want you to join me
So no more sleeping and
No more singing
Just rip open your skin again
Because I want the darkness out
I want you to see what I see
It's not scary.
It's glorious.
I don't want to stop crying."
*-Sincerely, Leigh

I will teach myself
to forget my name
and the names of many others
so that when Sunday comes
I'll be able to lay in peace
and remember who I am
without the world's influence
at play.
I lose myself
throughout each week
as each new person that I meet
pulls me apart
and places their judgments;
they only see light
but I remember the dark,
I like to let it come out and play,
the dark that made me most of
what I am today.
Everyone else is so afraid
to stick their fingers
in the holes inside my soul
that ooze the light.
Why is everyone so afraid
of the dark?

At the end of the day,
only you can make you happy.

Eyes closed.
Hearing and feeling you front of me.
Skin to Skin thoughts rush of balance.
I am feeling you.
Air deeply filling inside me.
Your lips pressed on my skin.
Needing more and slow.
Falling "Now".

they promised me tomorrow so they could give nothing today
they looked me in the eye just so they spit on my face
a block of ice forms where their hearts are suppose to be
last thing I remember saying was "I have a dream"
but dreams don't exist when your colored and your poor
the nightmares of reality overwhelm me
I'm not home, this is not where I belong

I HATE BEING IN LOVE WITH YOU, I HATE HOW I SEE WHERE YOU LAY YOUR KISSES EVERY TIME I LOOK IN THE MIRROR, I HATE HOW TRACES OF YOU STAIN EVERY INCH OF MY BODY, I'M NO ******* POET, I KNOW HOW TO WRITE NOTHING ELSE BUT YOU, **** THE CURL OF YOUR LIPS, **** THE TOUCH OF YOUR SKIN, **** HOW YOU LOVED THE DEPRESSION OUT OF ME, THIS WASN'T A ROMANCE, YOU PUT ME THROUGH HELL, I DIDN'T EAT FOR THREE DAYS WHEN YOU LEFT BECAUSE EVERYTHING TASTED OF YOU AND I HOPE WHEN YOUR LIPS MEET SOMEONE ELSE'S THEY MAKE YOU BITTER NOT BETTER

Love should come with a warning label
Telling us to look before we fall
Reminding us there might be no one to catch us
Before we risk it all
Love has many side effects
Not being able to think clearly,
Drawing hearts in notebooks,
An increase in insecurity
Love is an addicting drug
That should be used with caution
Love can mess with your health
It can make you obsessive and compulsive
The most dangerous think about love however
Is when you finally find your Romeo
You'll never know if his love is true
Or if you received a placebo