I said I wouldn't write about you but who am I to ***** myself of what makes me live in art I've surfaced my own sins
and some of yours. I suppose
I've taken space you've asked of me needing to blockmyface whenyouonceplaced my name into your skin
in a quiet champagne trip and Gold indented ribs
Take a sip.
If it's "poison" that touches your lips
THEN you could've skipped dipped flipped me onto the piles of rubbled glass torn from your walls placed carelessly cornered or left simply to fall switched in flip
some contorted reverse though my heart refuses to pin you as Perverse when these colors emerged
Two Years of swells i Chose to forget each time that i stayed when I knew
i should've left. When Everybody told me Better was Mine I wouldn't give in to believe that your heart was Unkind.
From the moment I knew I'd clutched your stairway-ed arms to Ease My Ailing, sweaty palms in driver-ed cars Kermit Ruffins and philly beer bars roller coasters, Christmas lights endless pen-streamed journaled binds An unopened book pages still blank more than a stitch to ease the pain of your name
though i mustn't Complain ...and I still can't Rejoice
But I'll watch the sunrise through Uncommon windows trace folds of your fingers -- sweet struggled wake on your pillow and dance foreign waltz in clipped black-wig nights plated sweet nourriture to watch your delight
Watch you dance decorated as I set in Pride hold me to standards --yet bend when I'm Right
Speak to me softly in quiet teared nights tell me I'm beautiful when femininity cannot find me Drape me in curtains of love and Security Fit so Securely in the curves of my body
Smile in shyness--like absence of tongue as your cheeks lift to hide your eyes in thin rungs
Gold plates of your stomach and skin over hips saying my name through pleasurepursed lips Pounding the pavement in carouseled times
not only Read, but Returned all my rhymes
The fortress is daunting I'm brooding and swift Sometimes the brick slips but the flips never Switch
So if russe folk dances and stealing lost tea causes your coldness, just slightly, to bleed Remember what I did --to, your troubles, ease Don't say for this new year I didn't Prioritize your Needs MARRY THEM, by all of all means i never pushed you to choose, instead, me
I've learned my doors close, i woke to realize when those i thought open I faced and denied
because nothing matches the pulses and start --the warmth in my chest when your palms press my heart
that's why with your Run i cannot understand feelings and highs unsustainable lands I never demand - I never imply
there is a knock on the door in the dead of night it's opportunity trying to **** you again With stories of folklore A chaotic unity Are you a knight? Or will you complain? Take a leap, Or are you too cheap?
In the science of it all, synapses are life altering. Have the same thought, closer and closer they grow. Just by changing your thoughts, you can change your life. Yes, but.... That person did... She did... He did... They did... The list goes on and on. We, as humans love to wallow in our negativity. Changing that is easier than people think. People don't think of change.
It was my birthday today but no one noticed, they were admiring Cara’s new outfit and shoes, but I didn’t complain cuz it’s not about me, it’s about everyone else.
I got an A on my paper but no one noticed because Lisa got an A+, but I didn’t complain, it’s not about me, it’s about everyone else.
I felt good about myself today but no one noticed because Stephany bought the same shirt and she looks better in it, but I didn’t complain. It’s not about me it’s about everyone else.
My boyfriend dumped me today but no one noticed because Jenny’s cat died last week, but I didn’t complain. It’s not about me it’s about everyone else.
I started smoking today but no one noticed because everyone already smokes, but I didn’t complain. It’s not about me it’s about everyone else.
I became anorexic today but no one noticed because they think I’m fat anyway, but I didn’t complain. It’s not about me it’s about everyone else.
I killed myself today but no one noticed because no one ever does so why should today be any different? But I didn’t complain, It’s not about me it’s about everyone else, because before this happened, on the inside I was already dead.
You say that you're hurt. That you seek a fair choice. Dear one, even a flower wilts. When the sun undresses it, desperate for the maniacal love making; and the bees **** the honey. The petals turn dry when the nectar leaves. And so it rests on the ground. Open and wasted; thus enjoys an eternal sleep.