Woven with many colors,
Magenta,
Gold,
Grey,
Black,
Woven with so much care,
Not one imperfection lies in its string.
Woven in a pattern,
That can not be described,
It is too complicated,
Like the friendship it represents.
Too complicated to be described in words.
Only capable of being described though feeling.

As it wraps around your wrist after so many years,
You remember,
You remember the little girl that you
Bought it from all those years ago,
You gave her two dollars,
And now you realize she deserved more,
She deserved more for putting in
All those painstaking hours,
To make that bracelet perfect.
To make it mean something,
It might never mean anything to you,
And she knew it,
But she knows,
It will always mean something to her.

i'll wear your braclet of cherry beads.

Draw me a pretty pink heart

on my wrist
                                                                            so i can wear him
                                                                            under my
                                                                            sleeve.

The steel
is warnest
in the water.

                                                                                         -mouthless-

You kiss me
with cherry lips

Spitting out
layers
and layers
of me.

                                                                                        -stiletto sliting substratums-

The air is foreign

                                                                             curious
                                                                             hypocritical
                                                                             treacherous

                                                                                         -animalistic conspiracies-

i'll remain in
the water

                                                                                          -solace-


where there
isn't
too much to
breathe.


My flesh is weeping
pale tears


                                                                                          -surrendering-



                                           as another basin of
                                          cherry beads blossom.

your jacket stays on the shelf with the others i own
and the braclet you gave me stays in the drawer with the phone
i can't recall the sound of your voice but i wish too
i remember those specfic things about you; you were always scared of the flu
oh how you'd laugh and smile every time i said something absurd
do you remember one of our first walks where we had named that bird?
i distrinctly remember the way you looked at me
you had me under a spell, i was far from free
you loved me with everything you had
and you never knowingly let me be sad
your frequent kisses would wear me out
but i miss them without a doubt
indeed, i do miss you very much now
but the person you've become...the dramatic change...i don't understand how

Women of strange passion
Wearing suicide for fashion
Braclet of scars adorning wrist
Poison flowing where blood should dance
Womb full of pills devoid of life
Nothing stirring in soulless eyes
In silent stares I hear them cry
Why does love so often die
While wearing fashions of suicide

There is no gn to my head
There are no plls in my hand
But a slow sucicide is my poisin
Small smiles
Tight laughs
Small cuts
"Partying"
Slow sucicide is how I die
Playing in snow
Eating air
Sleeping days
Caffine nights
Slow suicide is my choice
Silver pens
Red paint
Smoky lungs
Whisky breath
Slow suicide is a petty death
Braclet wrists
Long sleeves
Empty ribs
Cold hands
Slow Suicide