types of boys:
wannabe bad boy,
born on the right side of the tracks,
but into the wrong home.
arms littered with cigarette burns,
and cuts that he claims are from ***** ***.
band t-shirts, piercings,
studded belts, ripped jeans,
and lots of hair gel.
takes the long way home from school each day
just to be alone.

they say time heals all
wounds, but the secret is lots
of cocoa butter.

work in progress: come back later

i'm not a poet,
i'm just inspired to write at
three in the morning.

i'm not a poet,
just someone who's tired of not
having their voice heard.

i'm not a poet,
just a girl who likes to write
useless one-liners.

"just wait, it'll be
alright." i'm struggling just to
make it through the night.

memories of you
hang above my head, do you
ever think of me?

her spirit's broken,
scarred, and sore. she's too damaged
to care any more.

do you really think
that i'm pretty, or are you
just pitying me?

hold me close, tell me
you love me, even if you
don't really mean it.