I rushed into it, this love thing.
It's my fault, I know, but you.
You were just too awesome a personality to ignore.
Too beautiful a soul not to love
So I crawled and walked and jumped off the edge
And smashed my heart on the rocks real hard.
And now I've got a plaster on my heart.

I fell, how could I not?
I felt my heartbeat racing
I know it could have been the energy drink ,
but you.
You had me thinking it was real thing.
And so I followed  my heart
And the blind thing lead me into a dark alley
where reality and common sense cornered me
And knocked me down from cloud nine
So i landed on my poor little heart
Now i need a plaster for my heart

I wrote some letters for you, silly i know.
But the fire seemed to approve as it ate them all.
I needed to wrap my head around the truth
that you weren't my person and i wasnt yours.
I imagined you here, while i poured out my soul.
You were the paper i was the poetry
To become one all we needed was ink.
But alas it wasn't meant to be.
So you never saw the letters and the words never left my mouth
But the paper, laden with my Shakespearean fantasies of love
It became a plaster for my beaten up heart.

When the walls are closing in on you
and you start to feel more than just a little blue
because you just don't know how you're going to feed them
on the crumpled limited notes in your hand
Or just how you're going to explain to them
That school might just be a time waster
because the economy is going to ***** them over anyways
and have them begging for piece jobs in the blistering sun,
Cry Mama.

Let out a high pitched wail at midnight
and let it be heard all the way from the capital
so they may be woken up from their silk- pampered sleep
Let your voice be a substitute for their conscience
let it keep them up at night.
Let your screams turn their milk sour
Let your cries make their heads ache
Let your weeping fill their tea with tears.
Like Macbeth, they murdered your sleep
So mama, let them know no sleep.

Let your sorrow be heard in your weeping
and your anger be heard in your screams.
Let your wails fly like a dove with a message
to tell them of a future they destroyed
a generation they disappointed
a land they disinherited
a nation they angered
and a mother whose heart they shattered.

Scribble your memories on the back of my hand
So they're always there when I need them
When the road's unclear and the coast is flooded
And I'm not sure which way leads to trouble
Because I know you've been here before
and you managed to get back to the shore

I want to walk in the path you cleared
and I wish you were here to show me
Because I'm alone and blinded by fear
Fear of the monsters that scarred your beautiful skin

and I wonder how you did it without being afraid.
Or how you even managed to get over it all
How did you muster up the courage to fight
when the competition was clearly unfair?
How were you so sure you would avoid the rocks this time?
when you had hit them a million times before
Where did you get the strength to stand
After life had just knocked the wind out of you?

But I'm grateful all the same
Because for all the quests I'm yet to go on
and all the dragons I'm yet to slay
I owe it to the path you cleared with your sword

And I wish I could say I won't fail
But I know that you know me too well
and I can only promise to try again each time.
So scribble your memories on the back of my hand, ma
and I'll use them as a map, instead of the silly stars
And unlike them I know you won't lose me
Because the fight you fought was all for me
So that I can earn my victory like a true Queen.

I wasn't going to say anything to you
because I really don't know what i felt just then.
When you looked my way
and I choked on my words,
and the butterflies started all over again.
Till, seconds later, you looked away
and eventually I could breathe again.
But since I'm up so late at night.....
I think I'll go ahead and give it a try.

I wasn't going to say anything to you
because I knew you'd never really understand,
what it's like to practice the conversation in my head
because I really don't know how to talk to you.
And then to fail miserably, as always,
because I can never really relax with you
and I can never find the right thing to say.
But since I'm up so late at night.......
I can try to make you see things my way.

I wasn't going to say anything to you
because though I hoped that I'm not alone in this
and that this freaks you out as much as it does me,
I didn't want you to know that I care
and that I sometimes stare at the back of your head
to see if I can eventually figure out
what it is about you that keeps my head in the clouds.
I didn't want to bare my soul
and have you break me when you say no.
But since I'm up this late at night........
not saying anything just wouldn't feel right.

My strength

It is not in the bulges  of muscles
hidden under my sweater
or in the droplets of sweat
you can see on my forehead.
My strength.
It is not in the jiggle of my
*******, on a braless noon
or in the flexibility of my waist
as I sway my hips
on a summer night's stroll.
My strength.
It is in the rotation of my wrist
the bend of my fingers
the position of my elbows
the flow in my pen
as I write this poem.
My strength.
Is on the smile on your face
As you read this.