Secrets spoken
Promises broken
Holding your breath
Hoping to forget
About empty frames
And severed chains
And leaving it all behind
Faces gray
That turned away
Paying for a mistake
You didn't mean to make
Drawing the curtain
Hiding your hurting
With the words *"I'm fine"

The concept of this is rather complicated
Yet entirely uncomplicated
Because during it all
As time went on
I began to realize something
That all theses times you were on my mind
It wasn't plural
Because I only thought of you once
And never stopped.

Boys say really sweet things like,
"We will get married some day,"
And "I will love you till the day I die,"
Just so you will spread your legs,
And they can get between your thighs,
When truthfully each tender word,
Is nothing but a clever lie,
Disguised as loving truth,
Sweet enough to make you cry,
So please remember next time he says,
"You make me so happy, I dont know why,"
To just say "thanks" and cross your legs,
Because when he leaves you'll want to die.

There was no knight to rescue me
that night - just a gentle breeze, whispering the secrets of the earth
The cheering of cheery companions taunt me -
Go and join in, have some fun
The night is sweet, the night is young
Empty glass bottles fill the house,
Not yet shattered, but waiting to be
The clinking of alcoholic beverages between each merry soul
Good to see you again my friend,
Good to see you again
Somehow, some thing is missing
Something isn't right
The gentle hum of the party's vibes as it swings into life
distracts me from my sole intention:
Keep a low cover, don't make any noise
Keep a low cover, stay away from the boys.

I write you poems you never read.

I paint the page with my heart and the pain you have caused.
I spill each word out over the tops of my lips and cradle them in my hands.
The new life in my palms, wanting to grow, wanting to be a part of something that isn't.
I cradle the newborn words in my hands, in hopes that maybe you'll take them.
Maybe you'll listen.
I cradle my comfort, my anxieties, my thoughts.
The beliefs I once had, the anger I once felt, The anger I still feel.
The love I once felt.
I was numb.
experiencing extreme joy and anger at the same time.
But I cradled those words.
I know you wont see them.
But I wrote you many poems.

sometimes i watch you,
wonder how you got to look like you do.

how many different you’s there could be
hold that soul
that way
but not quite like that.

and when wrinkles crease
around your clever lips
and crows feet sprawl
beside your galaxy eyes,
when silver claims your hair
(when all the wisdom shows,
when we’re finally old enough to be wise),

i will love you,
your old soul buried
in all this flesh.

i can’t wait until
we are renewed
and we get to find
each other
again.