You've taken everything from me;
what else do you need?
All you do is take and take,
and all I do is give.
What else do I have that you need?
My dwindling pride?
My humanity?
My youth?
Because all of that is gone now
because of you.
You ask for more than I have ever had,
and give nothing in return.
I have nothing more to give,
because you've taken it all away.
The last thing that I can give is my life,
and I will gladly give it
because I am better off without it.
Take the last bit of me,
but before you do,
I ask of you only one thing.
Give.
Give something to someone
and ask nothing in return.
Give, sir.
I dare you.

When girls talk about how they are ugly,
I wonder if they understand how it is to be uglier.
When they talk about loving it when boys
call them pretty or play with their hair
I agree because it is what I do,
but I wonder what it is really like.
Experiences they have
because of their looks and their modesty
are something I want to know of.
But I don't.

at first, our love  was spring,
new and tender and green,
we traded cherry blossoms
and took picnics in the sunlight

we became summer then,
of fire and heat and red,
frantically collecting passion
and free time in our raw throats

autumn came next, with
cooling air and dying leaves and orange
we could feel our love slowly fading
as the days grew shorter and chilly

then, with a shock, winter arrived,
as frost and salt and black and white
the snowstorms we created raged,
and lost us in separate planes

A haiku for me:
My heart may be broken; more
like shattered. I’m stuck