people's minds are terrible places
like the devil's dark oasis
and it may be better not to know
what happens behind those closed doors
for in the crevices of our brains
live haunting demons left untamed
where people dream and fantasize
of selfish deeds and taking lives

s.s

everything about you
was soft
from the way you brushed my hair away from my face
and gently kissed my cheek
to the way you rested your hand on my back
or slipped it securely into mine
everything was soft
except for the way you looked at me
for your eyes were hungry
and drowned in desire
but they were rough waters
i would love to slip under

s.s

and still
when i hear your name
something inside me
goes weak
and i ache
for you
to come home

i sat there
and asked myself
why it hurt so much
and the only answer
i could find
was because
i loved that boy
but couldn't make him mine

s.s

i bleed my soul on paper
all through a poets euphoric bliss
to avoid bleeding life
all through severely broken wrist

s.s

my heart was soft and golden
but you've turned it hard as stone
and now that you have turned away
it will be stronger on it's own

s.s