"please be happy"
she said begging,
pleading

"no" came the voice in reply,
deep within herself

I want to drink
until I sleep
Stumble into oblivion
and cover my innocence with sheets

Find the truth through
my dreams
and not care if fog rolls over,
blinding reality

It's 1:54 in the morning
where I am- in bed
and I know, even though it's 1:54 in the morning
where you are- in bed,

you are not writing a poem
for me
in the dark
under thin sheets

you are not shading in an outline
of my skin
in the dark
*******, in sweaty underwear

you are not thinking of me
in the dark
under thin sheets
*******, in sweaty underwear

like I am, of you.

"Him", her mouth says

and he looks away

before he could see
her eyes screaming
"you"

and she tried not to show
just how she hurts

but it's hard.

He knows it too.

we talked about
multiple personality disorder
and how people
change into other versions of people
and I thought that maybe
for a couple of hours,
for a vacation of sorts,
you could become a segmented part of me.
and I would come to you
when I became utterly sick
of myself
and needed to forget
and you would start a whole new me
someone that I knew nothing about,
a naive stranger,
whose only background,
only indication of any past
was you.

A girl so ugly
how could a guy ever
love me

A girl so ugly
she doesn't even
love herself

I think I found the
meaning of life,

to be happy,

but no one seems
to agree with me.
They think its

to make money
to be sucessful.

I guess I don't really understand.

Your mind holds
the answer
of a question
I seek inside of me,

give me the permission
to love you.

Send a search party for my sanity
and call the police for my judgment
My morals on a milk carton,
you will never really find me,
relying on society

A million blades
of grass- yet so few to have
ever walked on them

A million blades
of grass- a few million
yet ever walked on

A million blades
of grass- a few million
yet to see, to grow

I wish
I had someone
to show my teeth to
late at night
after I have had a
good cry,
but mostly
I wish it
was to you
I was
smiling.

As the sun rises
my crusted eyelids
will break
and my chapped lips
will part,
my rested mind
will open
and you will still linger
on my mouth

You want to talk about beauty?
let's discuss your lips
and how they
move with such wild
passion that I cannot
tear my eyes away and I notice
you noticing my intensity but I
cannot help it-
and your hazel eyes so bright
that they send me off onto
an oblivion so vast,
I can't help but think about
you when staring
into space.
You, my day dream,
you cannot be-but you are.
You are
the only person I will ever
consider to be beautiful
and it makes me mad, just
downright spitful of this world,
to be considered your friend, never a potential lover
So instead I will talk about that
petty, boy I cuddled
with last night,
whose fingertips were grazing my waist
and tickling me.
But if they were your hands,
I would have dreamt of lust and beauty
and not of hatred of this mad, cruel world:
let's talk about ugliness.

the saddest love story
I had, I had worshiped you
but you did not see me,

see me for what
I could be, could be every other
thought I think, I think of
love with you

of love with you, with you,
you make me the saddest.