Close your legs,
Little *****,
You are a destination,
Not simply a door.
All your friends will know now,
And each one will judge you so,
You know what will happen,
You've gone through this before,
Silly, slutty, little girl,
When will you learn?
You are a destination not a door.

My poetry is like a broken dam,
because it bursts out of me,
all broken,
****.

We break up
Or worse
Stay together

We rarely fight,
He gets mad
I apologize

After a while
He realizes
He's acted like a child

Technically it has been two years
We have been for two years
But so often there is no "we"

You are always my best friend
Always take care of me
Just sometimes, there is no "we"

"Hold me **** it!!!"
She screamed at the top of her lungs.
She couldn't breathe.
Everything was closing in on her...
Except his arms on her waist.
Somehow, though all she desired was to be free from this captivity in her head,
The only thing that made her free
Was being encased in him.
His eyes shown bright upon her
Feeling her pain like it was his own
He ran.
Ran as fast as he could.
Wrapped his hands into her short hair
Pressing her face into his shoulder.
He whispered into her delicate ears,
He the only sweet song to awaken her
from this nightmare.
She awoke from her daydream.
She was no longer in his embrace,
But she still felt closed in.
She ached for him.
It was all a dream.
Little did she know,
His eyes still shine for her
Even now.

I didnt want to see her like that
After she taught me to live
They probably played her favorite music
I probably would have cried
Its too late to hug her goodbye
But i say it almost every day
Ive already said it once
And sang with some angels
I wasn't there at the funeral
But i will always be there

I look up
I see lies
I look across
I see lies
I look in
I see lies
In every man's eyes
I see manipulation
The only truth I've known
Came  only for redemption
So fickle so true
My souls about as good
As one from a shoe
Beat me up take me down
I wont know any different
Inexperience is the death of the innocent