You ask me why im so quiet,
maybe its from the hours spent at
home trying to get my opinions heard
under a shaking voice only to be yelled at
and told I am wrong.

When you wonder why we never hang out
or why I don't tell you anything too personal
don't take it personally, I've seen enough to know
that people you care about don't stay around
forever, people die and friends leave you.

And when people are shocked that I've never
been in love they don't know the hours I've
spent healing the wounds of friends with
broken hearts and reassuring my cousin
that she is in fact loved.

You don't know what it takes to drag myself
out of bed in the morning or how I take a 4 hour nap after
school because school drains the life out
of me.

You don't feel the constant fear
of public speaking, of even talking to a
teacher makes me tremble inside.

You don't know because I don't let
you know know, because I can't,
because letting you know means letting myself
be vulnerable to even more pain and stress.

You won't know because I've been open before,
and I've been hurt.

Our pillowed lips
Mashed together
Movements without thought
Tingle our spines

*Eyes closed.
Deep breathes.
Love bites;
Another inch deeper.

Tongue twisted.
Lost for words .
Our lips moist.
Breathes short.

Bites.
Licks.
Kiss.

her touch is so gentle
and her hands, so soft.
smoothly, they glide
briefly across

my skin; i breath
her scent into my lungs
deeply
briefly

she must never know
the thoroughness of
my enjoyment of
her fingertips.

fluttering eyelids
and stilled motion
might give me
away, but

even still, she must
never
know

.

Out of death comes life
Something old is sacrificed so something new can begin
You will leave people
People will leave you

Darling, don't ever think that the death of you
Will recycle into something
New and good

You didn't sacrifice yourself
I sacrificed you
For my sanity.

Don't think that you opened the closed door before you left
I opened it myself.

im crying!
now my mothers hands around me
shes talking staight to my heart
and shes always here
hold my hand
my head up high
she can look at all these broken shards and see a glass slipper
shea looking now
for my heart to open to her words
but theres only closed doors here
im sorry
all the pain
and the strain
and the hurt
and the blame
i had to lock it all away
before my mind began to fray
but she wipes it all away
along with my tears
boy,and i glad to have you here
With all these closed doors
Your the only one to check the locks
Well theyre all loose and free
Shes the only one to see
These broken parts of me

To all those who are love-sick:
Some cry, I want love; I need love!
I am loveless; pity on me;
Love me, love me, love me
PLEASE!
Oh dear, why don’t you see!
Your eyes are closed to it.
Love is a breeze:
It moves the trees, sometimes just the leaves.
It can create waves in the ocean.
Love is whimsical and deep.

What will you give to your lover?
Do you possess a moonstone or stardust?
Have you planted a thousand roses?
Have you mapped the earth
To take your lover
On a journey full of mirth?

No—
I don’t have a moonstone,
nor do I have stardust.
I am poor but have roses and flowers
in all colors.

I will be kind to her limbs.
I can fill her life with passion.
Her organs will thank mine.
Her eyes will peck at mine.
Her hairs I will brush,
Igniting the passion in her soul,
Her vale merging with my knoll,
A hummock
just for her pleasures,
ever waiting, ever desiring.

Your lover is there—
look, look, O young lover!
She is standing right behind you.

When will he make her an offer?
When will he be
on the horse
with a ring?

Eyes unable to pierce the night,
The darkness surrounds,
As even the comfort of colourless sight,
Is nowhere to be found.

Though the warmth of the sun can still be felt,
Its radiance is hidden,
As though icicles and snow can still melt,
The light is forbidden.

The stars in the sky are invisible now,
Unseen by all,
Nobody questions why or how,
As the entire galaxy falls.

When light is gone, we still remain,
Us with black hearts,
As we are required for the rotten mainframe,
Of darkness' brand new start.