droopy eyes
hold the world's pain
the world's secrets
they know more
and see more
than they care to reflect.

i am not a poet
i say
but the words
in my head
fill the pages
and i just
let
myself
go

the red strands of hair
float,
drowned in the hot tub.
red solo cup tangled,
it holds drinks
steady for hours

and at that moment
i realized that the
soul-cutting anguish i felt
was heartbreak.
my head shattered on the floor,
unbeknownst to the warm area around me.
i am alone, i thought.
yet my strings were already being attatched
to someone else.

i met you at a party
my tears were glued to my face
but just enough
so that
there were some
loose drops
rolling down my cheeks.
i am a silent crier.
you gave me tissues,
i trusted you right away
thanks for helping
thanks for understanding.

don't let anyone tell you
that you aren't good enough
for you are far more
than what anyone would ever expect you to be

you look at my eyes and tell me to stay
you hold me back and tie my chains
so i stay in my chair molded like clay

i stay in the house and notice your hair turning gray
and my respect for you wanes
you look at my eyes and tell me to stay

you faked a disease, the world was your pray
and the iv cords entered my veins
so i stay in my chair molded like clay

i open my world, it's a new place they say
and meet a man who sees me without my pains
you look at my eyes and tell me to stay

we made a plan to free me one day
and now i look around me at the carpet with stains
so i stay in my chair molded like clay

as the threads on my jail jumper begin to fray
and the color on my face drains
you look at my eyes and tell me to stay
so i stay in my chair molded like clay