Let me start with a cliche: I love to write.
Let me edit it: I love writing
Lying on the floor
Truths in my head
Think
Of me
Baggy Pajama Pants

If I knew anything about myself,
would I be writing poetry?

I'm OK.  I'm fine. She whispered as she cried tonight.

And when your shell shatters into shards of grainy pieces in front of him and he accepts you for who you are, learn how to be a keeper.

When you fall, fall hard.  Don't be afraid when you fall.  

I fell hard.  Lips first- on top of his lips.  He got me by my waist and shifted my weight to his body.  

Fall in love and then fall in love with that same person over again. It is a cycle that should never end.

*And believe me, you will see beauty.

(inspired by cute crazy's "unfair")*

I
  loved
    you
      for
        who
          you­
            are...

and
  you
    threw
      me
        away
  ­        for
            who
                
                  *I­  wasn't

See how she had changed
See how she had grown
Nothing stayed the same
All were due for change

She cried to the world
But it never understood her tears
She gave out a brittle laugh instead
For the whole world would always seem not to care

She'd been always compromising for everyone else
Yet she ended up getting nothing in return
She was trapped in the confusion of her mind
She was lost with no way out

She was in the labyrinth
So labyrinth she became
Who was she?
*She was someone she never wanted to be