I am the kind of girl
To graze your lips,
Watch them slightly curl
As your hands hold my hips.

Soft kisses around your neck,
So soft they are opaque and iridescent.
My kisses turn you to a wreck,
And you'll never forget it-

The way I laughed in your arms
And swayed under the stars,
The way I set fire, set off the alarm
Enclosing your heart behind bars.

You'll never lose the time
Of rain dancing, you stayed to listen
As I stole you heart, it was a crime
To take an unsuspecting victim.

I robbed you of your stature,
Because I kissed you without the intent
That I would provide utter rapture;
Instead I left you damaged and bent.

I am the kind of girl
To hurricane into your lungs,
Steal your breath with a whirl.

You are the kind of boy
Who deserves the world-
One full of reciprocation and joy.

We smile at each other
and I lean back against the wicker couch.
How does it feel to be dead? I say.
You touch my knees with your blue fingers.
And when you open your mouth,
a ball of yellow light falls to the floor
and burns a hole through it.
Don't tell me, I say. I don't want to hear.
Did you ever, you start,
wear a certain kind of dress
and just by accident,
so inconsequential you barely notice it,
your fingers graze that dress
and you hear the sound of a knife cutting paper,
you see it too
and you realize how that image
is simply the extension of another image,
that your own life
is a chain of words
that one day will snap.
Words, you say, young girls in a circle, holding hands,
and beginning to rise heavenward
in their confirmation dresses,
like white helium balloons,
the wreathes of flowers on their heads spinning,
and above all that,
that's where I'm floating,
and that's what it's like
only ten times clearer,
ten times more horrible.
Could anyone alive survive it?

I cant explain the change
The change in me
Once so happy and go lucky
Now downtrodden and smelling of melancholy

My heart beats for an empty purpose
My intentions growing darker
writhing like serpents
Speak from the heart, a sermon of empty words
I can't feel anything anymore
The deepest of cuts bleed but don't hurt

I'm looking through glass, through my own eyes
Through each day I lose more control of my life
I'm never going to win, so  why even try?
Empathy is demolished, my feelings run dry
I can't say I love myselfI can't say I love anyone else
I'll pull the bottle down from the shelf
And drink until I don't feel anything

I hate having to
Sneak those glances.
  But I guess I'll have to
Live like this forever.

Sneaky glances and
     Unspoken feelings.

                                      Oh and            Just so you know,
                            You look really
                      handsome
                 From a
       Sideways view, dear.

Hello my Demons,
It's been a while,
Or so I believed.

                             Here's the truth:
                             You've been here all along,
                             Just a different guise.  

I really wish you'd leave;
I'm pretty tired of you,
And I'm tired of the me
That exists when you are
Around.
                            
                                I'm really hoping this
                                Is the final time I reference you,
                               Because I've got better places
                               To be than
                               In your clutches.

there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I'm not going
to let anybody see
you.
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pur whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the ****** and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
he's
in there.

there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say,
stay down, do you want to mess
me up?
you want to ***** up the
works?
you want to blow my book sales in
Europe?
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody's asleep.
I say, I know that you're there,
so don't be
sad.
then I put him back,
but he's singing a little
in there, I haven't quite let him
die
and we sleep together like
that
with our
secret pact
and it's nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don't
weep, do
you?