You look in my eyes and my breath quickly catches,
You hold my hand and my heart starts to pound,
You kiss my lips and I fall into a trance,
You smile at me and I can't help but smile back.

My heart is full of scars and scratches,
but you love me all year-round.
I want you to take my hand to dance,
to look in your eyes and let the world go black.

Our heats are puzzle pieces that latch,
your's over mine making me feel safe and sound.
You light my world and tell me "There's a chance",
and that, into the dark you never want me to go back.

Though my heart may be full of patches,
our hearts will always be bound.
Hopefully, as time flies our love will enhance,
and remember only You thought they were places to put love,
                                         and not just cracks.

I said no in the kitchen
Standing
When you tried to put
Your lips on mine

I lie on the bed
As my ability to move
Or even speak leaves me
Then here you come
And you sit right
On top of me

Hands in places
They don't belong
You lift my limp arm
And place it around you
As if it's a romantic gesture
Or even my choice
Then you kiss my lips
Despite my no
With my eyes closed

My pants are in your way
You remove them
I lie there
Body limp
Eyes still closed

I'm able to move
An inch out of the way
When you try to do
The unthinkable thing
Not once
But three times

So you settle for
What you could get
Which was everything else
As my body was limp

Eyes open just enough
To stare my anger
Into your soul
I know you felt it
As you sat between my feet
When you were finished with me
Relieve yourself then use my sink
And then I sleep
And then you leave

"Let me walk you home
Let me keep you safe
Its dangerous out there
I wouldn't want you to get *****"

I wouldn't say it was necessarily my decision,
I just let my life play like I was watching it through a vision,
I remember every minute; was never watching for the high lights,
Was waiting for the day id have to ***** to say it's my life,
Instead I scream it's my right, literally living the high life,
Literally living for seconds I'm inhaling, hungry for seconds,
I'll wake up early just because I'm ready for breakfast,
Never had a chain, I lost my head, they call me necklace,
Throwing a hissy,
Fit, starting to wish she,
Would drive home but she just drank all the whiskey,
That ***** gotta be dizzy,
Darian, where you at, starting to wish you were with me,
Wish this bowl wasn't empty,
Wish my friends were more friendly,
I'm so cold,
My souls cold,
You ever thought?,
That you stopped living at 16, smoking *** in apartment complex, parking lots,
Gifted,
So very gifted,
She makes me feel so high much more than ever a spliff did,
I knew her long ago but never knew that it had meant this,
Grandmama as my witness, 6 years later bout to hit it,

I use the rage to fuel my fire
I think about my past desire

Despite my love gone lost
It pains me with such cost

I fuel my fire with images of us
I remember all the pain and mistrust

Despite my pretentious past
The dumb bells in my hands, I grasp.

I workout to my own tune.
I'll leave you behind, like apple left zune.

Against the groaning mast I stand,
The Atlantic surges swell,
To bear me from my native land
And Zoл's wild farewell.

From billow upon billow hurl'd
I can yet hear her say,
'And is there nothing in the world
Worth one short hour's delay?'

'Alas, my Zoл! were it thus,
I should not sail alone,
Nor seas nor fates had parted us,
But are you all my own?'

Thus were it, never would burst forth
My sighs, Heaven knows how true!
But, though to me of little worth,
The world is much to you.

'Yes,' you shall say, when once the dream
(So hard to break!) is o'er,
'My love was very dear to him,
My fame and peace were more.'

Functioning at under normal levels
lost under your breath
seducing the mind
blending thoughts together
as misfits unite

A glitch in the programming
a break in the night

Bring the water
that I breathe
and I'll drown
in your sight

Lost to an emotion
I thought I forgot
then a breath of
air.

Sometimes I feel like
I know all of the sad girls
in the whole wide world.

They call me crying,
or text me in the middle
of panic attacks.

They want attention
but only for themselves so
I disappoint them.

Morally bereft;
selfish for not suffering,
or not like they do.

I am an angel,
but only by default, or
just for being here.

Only for staying
a stationary angel;
to suffer with them.

I have grown heavy,
from their tears and loneliness
and their jealousy.

I can't fall asleep,
at least easily, because
of all the sad girls.