i stopped lying to myself and saying that you love me
why can't you do the same?
stop playing this game as if we can choose a winner
eat your dinner in the corner of the room and assume it's my fault
your plate caught on fire
admire love from afar
but with anger
get up close and personal
personally i'm over the whole think
i just want you to admit it
for me
admit that you stopped caring the first time you scream
admit you were wounded in the war for your family
and for gods sake
admit you were wrong
daddy

I’ve been staring at this puzzle piece
Its missing a piece
Or two or three,
Its a hand-me-down.
Why did my mother think it could satisfy me?
Passed from child to child,
Charity to Charity
It’s broken and bent
Its missing
Dad you’re missing

they've escaped my body
all the thoughts in my head
they went in with my dinner
and out with my sanity
as if you could get rid of a problem by making one
but maybe i'm the problem
i don't even know what i'm getting rid of
i half want to go up to something who purges in the bathroom and ask
"what's your excuse"
the other half of my thoughts go toward telling someone the truth
a conversation i do not want to have
would you?
it's not like i'm being ***** trained
i can't go up to my mother and say
"Look mommy, i threw up on my own."

It's hard to feel ****
when you're an unemployed college drop-out
who lives with her mother,
and your most recent achievement
is the stabilization of your short term memory.

I've got my thumb over the send button
of a text to a local ex
who was here in this same room
about, oh, five years ago
putting on his shirt while I
sat on this same bed,
neither ****** nor mother,
calculating the recent decrease in value of my soul.

A night of sin planned ahead,
A candle lit room for two.
Dining on the fruits of seduction,
A table of satin sheets,
A plate of welcome, needy flesh.

Some might name this torture,
The way your touches make me scream,
But my shivering body knows better
And I say it’s pleasure for pain.

Your pinned and open butterfly,
Like a willing slave to your gaze.
Hot eyes like coals heat me,
Hands soft as silk please me,
Moans your reward for such patience.

Our pleasure hot and heavy
And still you wait willingly.
You’ll get your reward
If you appreciate my sin.

On my knees I beg for more
Hands searching, hunger flaring,
Begging for a taste of the forbidden.
Head bowed and always subservient
I come to you in need, my Torture.

ive never had anything but a one stand
I don't even understand how its easy to give yourself to people who will say anything then leave.
I know how these things work.
affection and attention, slight attraction
sometimes cause a *******
my feet hurt and im tired of leaving before they wake up.
I hold my pride like I want them to hold me
its easier to give in than it is to give up.
im a impatient little ****.
so ill kick my shoes off
take some shots and pretend like I cant feel this because this isn't feeling its slightly dying.
my feet hurt and im tired of one night stands but ill be gone by morning.

Ringed fingers run across sculpted chests,
and they don their red stained lipstick vests.
"Roxanne" plays in the background,
and it feels like raindrops falling down,
because my eyes are cold, and blue, and wet.

Misty eyes and tired smoke
breathe deep through aching, weary lungs.
We cry in alleyways and choke
on strange bedfellows with probing tongues.
My heart is filled with tear stained jokes.
My jeans are filled with crumbled ones.