Always telling others
To trust their instincts.
But when it's my turn
My spine turns to rubber.
And love over powers.
And I cant show my face
Anymore.
I can't let them see
That softness
Has replaced my rage.
And I am weak again.

3/10/16

Lungs flatten out
Like burnt pancakes.
And the fault of that is;
I'm not made of glass.
And no one
Knows I'm suffocating.

3/11/16

Soon I will be gone from here.
And no one will find me.

Maybe forever is just a
Hyperbole.
Used in times
Of despair..
& I’m starting to realize
That even something
As concrete as family
Ebbs with the tide
Until there is nothing more
than traces of blood
And distant memories.

And even they
Who once made
Promises of tomorrow's fertility
Have gone into gallows of darkness.
So why should I stay?
Who is to keep me?
Not promises of infinity.
Not the blood of relatives.
Just me and my
Broken heart.
To roam this earth.
Til death do us part.

3/15/16

Heart shaped lips.
He likes to call it bliss.
But all I feel is a
mind screaming to be freed.
Teacup sized ****,
You can't get enough of this.
But all I want
Is my oversized, palpitating heart
to be held by something other than
cold, ungrateful hands.
Nice shaped legs.
You salivate at the sight of them.
But all I want is to walk this Earth
not afraid to be who I really am.

Every inch of my body
is beautiful.
I know, I know.
I'm beautiful.
But what about the soul?
What about the love that
flows through my veins?
What do you make of this?

8/16/16

the etching of
reflection in a china bowl
full of water,
our love
uncovering tiny silver
stars on the horizon.