I am invisible
five days out of seven
I am unseen
with what’s pushed to the back of your brain
but what is seen to keep me alive
is the taste of honey that stays on my lips
after I kiss away my care
of anything that worries
“my pretty little head“

are one annoying person..

but i rather be bothered
rather than ignored

It's been almost a week now, and yet you're still everywhere but where you should be.
How can you love someone and don't give a **** about them?
It's not the first time you leave, you've been gone longer, but there's a chance it may be the last one.
You said you loved me, missed me.
But here I am again, running in circles, all alone.
I can't keep doing the job for two, I can't keep doing the work for you.
I may not understand but at least I've tried.
You just left, oblivious if I cried.
You where right,you weren't playing with my feelings.
For to play with something requires affection to the toy.
Which you don't.
I'm not even that for you.

(two babies
born to perfect parents.)

their eyes light up
when they see her.
they doll her up,
spoil her (but, of course, not too much)
and work hard
only for her.

on weekends,
they play around,
have picnics,
and maybe do some sightseeing.

at home,
the three of them eat dinner
happily,
without a care in the world.
they talk about her studies,
her interests,
her clubs,
and her love.
the father pouts,
not wanting his daughter to be snatched away from him.
the mother laughs,
elbowing the father and encouraging their daughter.

such a happy, little family.

(goodbye.)

What is this place
Where I am;
The people are so strange.
They glide around
With too many words,
But not one kind exchange

Look if you don't like my poetry
That's perfectly ok,
Lord knows I'm such a failure,
And they **** anyway!

Thou art thy prettier than the sunset
Your face glows with its power
To be ignored by you cuts me deep
Oh! If only you were mine to keep
Thou art thy prettier than any flower
This I say until my dying breath

Thou art thy prettier than life itself.