stop dancing around the
sounds.
of our broken fires.

*- support me

her hair is loud
it is wild and proud
it is roaring
you can hear it echo as the ripples in it unfurl
dancing.
liberated.
unchained.

the kinks in her hair give me reassurance that god
makes no mistakes
he took the time to coil
every strand about His. fingers
working diligently  

her beauty is indefinite
where people see matted and *****
we see a maze of stands entwined and untamed

*-you're free, janie

i just wanted to tell you
i miss your hands
caressing my waist as we move to the beat of Sinatra

i miss your pity laugh
even the little snort
whenever i throw the punchline wrong

how much i miss your
smile. as i rant about something i'm passionate about

when you brush my hair back from my face
when you hold my hand when i'm nervous
when you listen to my dreams
when you support my goals

i can't wait to meet you.

*-i'm so ready to love you

the way you
looked. at me
soft brown eyes
the doors to your soul
beckoning me to walk in

i didn't break. it
the seemingly soft gaze
and as i began to look around me
i realized
i remember

it wasn't for me
it was for her
and first impressions
are the lasting ones

*-he was trying  to flirt with my best friend

music. that is the language everyone spoke
even as i sat there. even as everyone sat there
it was colorful
it was beautiful
then it turned grey
the last keys of the piano were touched
and the musical that was my life
had ended

*-i took my headphones out

who are you. woman
with flesh made of fire
black streams pouring through the doors of your soul. screaming why

me.

*-mirrors