There are times
I feel so filled with love,
That it falls from my limbs
Like raindrops.
But I forget,
Not everyone loves the rain.

I want you to read my scars

Like the sentences in your favorite book

And feel my curves like they’re all you can dream about.

I want you to kiss my lips like they are sweetest thing

This awful world has to offer.

I want my name to fall from your mouth

Like a psalm from heavens.

Know my body, I want to be your map to God.

Waking up alone was always the hardest part. Going to parties and ***** downtown bars only intensified her loneliness. The stares, the cat calls. Everyone admired her appearance (she was asking for it) but no one wanted to know her. Some days days her loneliness grew into bitterness other days were worst. She would've had a sense of  abandonment if anyone stay in her life long enough to abandon her.

There was a void in her life. A hallow feeling that couldn't be filled with drugs or *** or music. She fell hard and fast for the boys who looked at her in the eyes and talked about ideas and thoughts and opinions. Anyone could be her one and only (she was nobody’s anything). It’s as if someone had a timer on her romantic endeavors and turned it before all the sand hit the bottom. She felt cheated; life was playing a ***** trick.

“We accept the love we think we deserve” she had read in a book once and it had stuck to her brain like magnets to fake jewelry. She found love at nighttime or across state lines and oceans. She found love in the men who could never love her as much as they loved their money or their wives. She found love in the men who only prayed when angels floated up their noses. It wasn't what she deserved but it’s what she got.

The symbol of my culture

One I've yet to meet.

My mother always told me "You're just like you Father"

The one I've yet to meet.

Still I pray I find some culture, where all this land seems to be

Now I don't know Spanish , but I've got the face of a queen.

Just like a bag of rice

Mix me up, mix me up

I come together nicely

Until I'm all dried up

I know that I love you by the way

You creep into my thoughts

As the day creeps through my window.

I know because all the flowers smell like you

And as they bloom I see your face

A love as easy a the change of seasons

Subtle but I can feel it.

Like the way my hair stands on end when your voice

Touches my ears

In a few more years I see myself playing the piano-drunk

And signing on tabletops.

In a few more years I see myself kissing strangers and falling out of love

Or back in.

In a few more years I see myself learning to swim

And jumping off cliffs praying that I live.