carpet floor,
i rest my chin
atop my knee.

behind the door,
swallowed whole
by my oversized
tear-stained
t-shirt.

i sit back against the
velvet green and red
holiday skirts,
work jeans,
and pajama tops.

muffled sobs
amidst the
kaleidoscope closet.

nowhere is my
comfort zone
when i feel this way...

bruised wrist.

bloodshot eyes.

raw cupid's bow.

broken heart.

why...
all i can ask
why...does everything i do and say...
all i can feel
everything i do...
all i can think
every breath i take...
all i can believe
everything i say...
all i can see
every little thing...
just
why...


bittersweet memories
or just bitter.

watching you
walk beside her...
behind the tall glass,
watching her inaudible laughs
as you make jokes to her...

watching as your smile disappears
when i'm around.

the physicality
of emotion
as i feel my heart
ache...pounding...
quieter as if it knows
it's about to break
if i allow myself to look...

to look when she walks
you to the door...
smiling
laughing
talking
dancing...

all i can do is watch...
or pretend i do not see...
i hate that i always do.

the way i'm making everything worse
when i try to make them better...

you hate it.
you hate it.
you hate it.

wondering why you don't see...
why you don't see why i'm always so unsure..

you tell me in your silence...
you tell me in your eyes...
you tell me in your words, if i'm lucky...

the words that are daggers,
slowly twisting blades,
deeper, without remorse.

the way it feels as though
you want me to know
how bad i make everything...
how inconvenient my
too-much-not-enough existence is...

like a tick that won't let go...

actions speak louder than words.
silence speaks louder than both.

water turns to ***.

night sweats
and tangled hair tossed into
a too-high bun.

stragglers of stray
curls, twirls and twists
falling gently on either side
of flushed cheeks.

when sunrises won't turn to sunsets
fast enough.

a red rubber band.

five-hundred no's.

tears and tummy aches.

silence . . .

a beige rubber band.

silence follows . . .

i loved who i was...

silent words.

i loved who we were...

you never noticed me since...

tears and tummy aches.

i'm unsure of who i am these days

do you make me forget
or remember?

masterpiece.

work-in-progress.

human.

mistakes.

"­**** near perfect"...

mess.

*"best"...