Are you going to judge me for my life?
Are you so insecure
my happiness brings you strife?
I said one day that
"sometimes I wish I could just express myself
without being judged or misinterpreted".
And later
you laughed at me for it.

I'm may not be as smart as you
but I'm happy when it's quiet.
I may not have the money you do
but I'm content most nights.
I could be so **** dangerous
but that wouldn't be right.
It's never enough for you,
I'll never give up; get a life.

If you knew what it was like
to face yourself and come out alive;

Bacon
Grease
Unpleasant slickness
Oil
Flith
A ***** feeling that you're overwhelmed by so you just want to get into a shower and scrub your skin raw
The one time my sisters and I played in mud and were covered in gritty goop
Losing the handle to the outside faucet
Cold icy water
Jumping into a creek and getting soaked
Cold water and cramping up, drowning
The ocean's waves pulling me under
Fear of drowning and ocean water forced down my throat
Salty water and the taste of the sea
Salt
Bacon

Little butterflies
Heal my scars
Protect me from myself
Fly over them
Flutter gently in place
And stop me with your beauty
With just a beat of your wings
Colorful angels
Spread a golden balm
To salve the wounds
Of my heart
Of my mind
Of my self

Oh little
Lonely traveler
Where is your home?
You are cold, tarnished and
Silver and black
Your name?
Who knows, but
You have been branded
925 stamped into your saddle
Shall I call you this?
Tiny one, come home
Go home, be home
No longer be alone
And wandering forever
You stand *****,
Proud and petit of stature
You speak no
Words to me, but
You do express volumes. Tiny one,
Little prince
Find your home.
Go, and belong

I can't read that smirk
or why you made it.
I don't know this
path.

You have inches on me,
in my heart
I need stilts

The inside-lion looks in
the mirror surprised
she is a
mouse.

the force of my wishes
does not make me

a commander

misfit toys, I'll
be your soldier

made out of tin
(because lead is ill.)

if you stop trying to drop me
out of the window while you're

playing.

Or I will need to start
wearing a parachute.

They say you cannot have
Compassion and innocence
And yes I can see that.
But you have great compassion
And that is the greater virtue
They say that there ain't
No rest for the wicked
But what of the kind hearted?
The sweet and gentle?
They say that ignorance is bliss
And that knowledge is power
But do you know, these tables
Can also be turned?
I know you have a kind gentle heart
A tender soul and a listening ear
I know you have a wearying life
A tortured soul and a sore heart
And I know you have a bright mind
Brilliant thoughts and a clever eye
I know because with these
You've touched me
Touched my life and heart
And mind in an irrevocable way
And shown that you can lighten
The world for those in need

She's on the couch with her eyes open lips open legs open
She just kinda appeared

That's what we want of course

these are not Truths
-these inner workings- these vulnerable selves-
integrated with what is, was, might have been, will be, could be-
half the story is never even told-
she keeps on writing-