I think I'm supposed to feel bad about what happened,
but I don't.
I think I'm supposed to hate myself
and blame it on the usual shortcomings,
but I don't want to.
I'm smart, pretty, and sophisticated
(you agreed).
I can be loud, blunt, and occasionally a bit
obnoxious,
but I can't seem to find the words to tell you
that I enjoyed it, you.
Your life story is interesting,
your insecurities are shocking,
and the *** was fabulous.

do not worry about me
I will find my own way
alone and sorry

We all wear masks in some shape or form
Some of us have different masks
For different occasions
I am not sure if I know who you are
Your mask hides a reality
I may never know
Is it protection?
Is it fear?
It must be self preservation
If I do not use my mask
I am vulnerable
Exposed for the world to see
Some say they don't wear masks
How would we truly know?
For the most part
There are very few people we deal with
twenty-four seven
Even then do we truly know?
Our masks may be off while we sleep
But then sleep could be a mask!
So much hidden, kept safe
From being judged and shunned
What mask are you wearing right now?

The heart it has no logic, it can't be reasoned with.
The mind in all its wisdom can't define,
feelings the body can't resist.
Charged with life the soul takes heights
That mortal can only dream of.
This is Love.

Screaming in silence
Through my muffled fears
You find it so easy
to ignore all my tears.

Your words flow like a river
spewing nonsense from your mouth
you’ve spoke the lines so much
you believe it yourself.

You speak it to be clever
so smart and very sincere
But your eyes say something much deeper
They show all your fear.

Maybe if you had listened
instead of playing a game
we would not be left
wondering who is to blame.

This life we made is over
we both know it’s true
all this love that was left in me
now just memories of you.

I feel a shadow over my head
it makes my body feel of lead.
Every day it gets worse still
it has total control of my will.
Dark things are put in my head
they make it hard to get out of bed.
Soon I feel I will give in
then the shadow will finally win.

Today there is no one around
but I hear a cutting sound.
On the floor my body is laid
In my hand a ****** blade.
This shadow is in control
the essence of my life it has stole.
I watch as my blood begins to settle
and I can't look away form the cold metal.
With effort to the mirror I go up
only one glance makes me throw up.

Now I am afraid to be alone
every time the cut is deeper to the bone.
My loved ones don't see it at all
only one knows of my fall.
A person who my life and heart I trust
which I feel much more than lust.

This shadow over me
please do not let it be.
I think I know who it does resemble
but the thought makes me tremble.
It is a person who this pain brought
for this person owns my feelings and thought.
It is the person who I never wish to go
my beautiful and amazing Angelico.

when dreams have vanished
carefree *** would be the first thing to come to mind

however, this time *** will not suffice
i need attention
a friendly ear with an open mind
a dangerous heart
but a kind spirit
a regular do gooder
with the face of a woman
who will tell me how easy it is
to let oneself fall
and how great it is to rise up
again and again...

and again...

and yet again.

i am afraid
that i might really find her

thumbs,
purple while pistachios lay laughing with closed
mouths