There are stories in your eyes.

I never told you how
sometimes I fell asleep
with the thought that you
were perhaps the moon-

always disappearing
with the dawn.

Never be afraid to make me laugh
Even if over time I ask you to stop
And I tell you you’re making me look older
Just brush that off.
I really do love the wrinkles that you’ve put around my mouth
And when I look at them I see tiny quotation marks
That remind me of all the things I have to say
And that all of those things I say are important enough
For you to quote me on
And as more time passes and those tiny wrinkled quotation marks
Get bigger and bigger and start to blend together around my lips
They’ll look more like parenthesizes
And I’ll really, really love those too
Because they’ll remind me that when I used to have to say, “I love you”
I’ll know that I love you is always implied.

I just hope you know
I love you
as much
as you hate me.

Why do you write
With brokenness hidden beneath your words
Sadness shadows your sentences?

She whispered softly without hesitation
"Cause the one person I ever loved
Broke my precious, innocent heart
And now I can't seem to get back up."
Tear streamed down her eyes as she looked down

I looked at her: broken, feeling unworthy
But I gazed at her with feelings
It was during her worst that I fell in love for the first time.

No more writtens
poetry, philosophical thoughts
or abstract metaphors hiding faintly in the mist.
Eyes closed, embrace the unknown
Ignorance is bliss.
Stab used needles in my veins.
Lick my lips, vertically slit my wrist
drown myself in my blood
survive long enough to die of ***.
Read in between the lines
and you'll catch that it's a metaphor about suffering.
Don't mind me, my mind doesn't mind me
my mind does it blindly
thinking.. is like licking Poison Ivy
and unfortunately I am NOT talking about Pamela Lilian Isley
Practically high all the time
Hitting an all time high
because I'm on a constant low
Literally waiting, being afraid
for that T.K.O .

Technically losing what I love most.
Y'all can take my honour
Y'all can take my pride
You can take my life
Y'all can break my mind
You all can bury me
or let me burn at the stake
I'll give you all of that
if it means avoiding this possible fate
Because if she takes my daughter away
I'll need 24 hour surveillance
Or I won't make it that day.
Cut to the chase.

If I ever think I am not loved or just felt worthless,
all I have to do is think of
    someone - a friend or family
        who truly cares, and then everything
   comes in perspective.

© Pax

I look around constantly
I slide down in my seat
I hate looking in the mirror
I hide from me
Their words scare me

I roam the hallways with my head down
I speak only when spoken to
I'm not the one people walk over to
Kayla who?
They have no clue

I sit alone at lunch
When I eat I never crunch
I sit in a hunch
It controls me
I cannot finish
I stand and walk away quickly

My skin has gone prickly
As it does every day
My hand accidentally brushes against someone familiar in the hallway
"Geez! Your hands feel like ice! Why are you always freezing?"
I mumble the excuse of a cold lunch
I stumble away

Your shoe...
...meets...
...your toothbrush.

© 2014 J.S.P.