What truths were found
within my kiss

soft reflected in your eyes,

that spoke my heart
in silent tone

and echoed in your sighs.

Speak not in words
thy tender need

for silence so profound,

and let the comfort
of my kiss

be forever where truths found.

Save your anger for another time
Do me like I'm a ***** crime

Use that aggression between the sheets
You know those moves make me weak

If you think
I can't handle it rough
Silly boy
I invented tough

Bedroom, pool table, take your pick
It's time to whip out your cue stick

Who else felt the night coming off the tracks,
When we first stepped into that crowded, 1 bedroom apartment,
For the 21st birthday of a guy we knew (his friends, we didn't)?

Strangers derailed and built up drunken tension.
That settled once he found the smoke,
You found the beer,
And I brought the ***.

I know my regrets.
But do you still enjoy the white line you crossed...
Off the counter top,
Before we left for IHop?

You hit me, held my hand, and made me promise in the stall,
(where I held your hair just last week)
That I won't tell.

I won't.

We loaded up in the car to go back,
But got stopped along the way.

Two pipes, one baggie, and an open container later...
Maybe birthday boy became a man,
Sometime between when he got cuffed...
And when he apologized.

Was it just me or....
Were the State Troopers cutest when they lined us girls up,
Looked at us,
And let us go?


Just in time for Mother's Day.

I stack my wishes next to the dishes,
the ***** ones that need to get done.
I leave the tangible next to my tangerines
and the apathetic with my apples.

When I was little girl,
I prayed and prayed that I would never have feelings,
so I'd never be hurt

When I was less of a little girl,
I stopped praying because I stopped "God"

When I was yesterday, and a couple of days before that,
I thought how much I wish I could have feelings

I know nothing is a feeling, but I'd like to have a little less of it, if you'd please?
My plate is rather full of exciting things
that seem droll now,
just because a little girl was afraid of getting her heart ripped up

What...gross cowardice...tsk...tsk...

My mind keeps deceiving me,
Convincing me to believe,
That there is something more,
Than what there is.

It wants, more than anything, to keep dreaming.
I want, more than anything, to wake up.