"I'm sad. will you cheer me up?"
"Babe it's your birthday. You're getting really old."
"I bought you a cake."
"But then I ate it."
"I love you."
"I'm sorry I haven't text you for awhile I've been really busy."
"Please forgive me"
"Forgive me please i can't live like this **** im dying over here"
"oh. Sorry."
"I miss you."
"I love you."
" hope ur doing ok"
"I have a date tonight."
"With you and the tv am I right?"
"Get it..cause I'm funny."
"I love you."


"Why did you have to die?"
"WHY ARE YOU DEAD WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO ME"
"YOU'RE SO SELFISH"
"I NEEDED YOU AND YOU LEFT."
"I needed you."
"And you needed me even more."
"I love you."

This was not love making.
This was sin
and the devil victoriously
danced between the sheets.

When it rains here,
there is no lightning, nor thunder to fear,
like a tear,
without the shakey voice,
you have the choice,
hide under a tree,
or let everyone one see,
you embrace the sadness,
you embrace the storm,
feeling the cold but accepting the warm,
shout at the clouds,
I'm not leaving!
as the sun shines,
and the tears are just lines,
you will smile knowing,
that when you feel the wind blowing,
and the rain makes you feel like a wet pup,
you can accept it.

there are times when
I consciously feel
your fingers running
across my skin,
through my hair;
feel your lips behind my ear,
feel your heart beat closely
to my chest.
there are times when every part
of me is connected
to every part of you.
but nowadays, my mind often
wanders -- your hands are on
my hips, and I think of
the laundry, or Hemingway,
or yesterday's news.
it is the nature of the mind
to separate from the body.
it is human nature to disconnect
and detach. the mind tends to
wander off on its own.
you kiss me and I think of
my plans for the summer
and recipes for tiramisu.
there are times when
I am aware of all the ways
you touch me;
but lately, most times
my hands don't feel
like my own.

Lines
Not lies
I would never
Be anything but
True
To you

You followed sweet temptation over the edge
into the dark, warm water.
You tried to climb my body to save yourself.
Even once you had been lifted out,
damp and shaking and frightened
you swooped down
on that bloated, abandoned mass
of oatmeal and raisins
and gulped it down with the frantic abandon
of a dog that has just ****** in the face of death.

Monsters are real, ghost are real too.
      They live inside us,
                And sometimes
They win.