my hands run circles around my body
sliding roughly over the surface of myself
feeling the warmth of my being under my skin
fingertips digging into myself
s my hands roam the surface of my being

my stomach, neck, hair, legs, behind, arm, *******, sides, hips

I watch myself in the mirror as I do this
the feeling of my rough skin sliding across itself
hands to body
a reminder that I am here
I am alive
and I hurt
I ache

but I am still warm
so I am still alive
and breathing.

Cant you see or am I blind?
The way we hang around all the time.
I on my back your head on my chest.
I thought it was love and we could forget all the rest.

But alas I was wrong.
I let you slip through fingers singing your songs
Songs about men just out of reach
You thought they’d take you like a southern peach

You try and try but get no where
But you always say Dan will be there!
I’m your best friend and there’s no doubt,
I try my best to keep you from without.

But it’s hard to stand when your blows are low
I stay here and take it, but put on a show.
I want you to like me, really I do,
But it’s hard when you’re always looking for someone to.

The beauty of missing you
Is that I can hold you in my memory
That perfect moment
Imagining my hand in yours
My head resting on your neck
There are no words disrupting
No outside thoughts impeding
Just the thought of you

The way I feel about you terrifies me.
I have never felt this way before and I don't know that I can let myself, that I even want to feel like this. All I know is you are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen and I think I need you in my life more than I want you there.

sadness
seeps
silently
from
beneath
her
lashes
spreading
salted
w­ater
down
her
cheeks,
sighing
she
swipes
the
offending
sorrow
aside...
smiles
­and
steps up
into
the
startling
bright
spotlight
to
sing
the
saddest
of
songs
......

Real tears do not fall from the eyes and over the cheeks
They fall from the heart and cover the soul
And mine is completely soaked through.