"why am I always waiting for him? "
the girl asked her mind.

and her mind responded, calmly:
"that's the difference.
you're hoping he'll walk through those doors
if you leave them wide open
in the middle of winter
while you sit and shiver, **** near shattering apart."

her mind continued:
"and him?
he is sitting in his tower
bolted shut from the inside
dozing off in front of a roaring fire
blissfully unaware."

"what do i do?" she asked again.

"you close the doors and wait for the knock."

My hunger escalates
Like the pooch that wanders the streets
Scavenging for the desired scent of food
To plaster the sting of a Belladonna
That lingers in the stomach

The affliction intensifies
I try to move my enfeebled limbs
But to no avail; they remain stale
Like parts of a run-down rusted machine
Which only screeches when moved

My thirst deepens
Like my spirit was siphoned away
My throat shrivels and dries
Clearing it is like rubbing sandpaper
I reach desperately for it

I caught it.
Was it satisfying? It sure was!
I can almost taste it, sweet succulent success
It sated my fervour but now I'm not sure
Because it leaves me wanting more.

I’ve been told not to get to attached to people,
Because when they eventually leave I’ll get hurt and that got me thinking that the being scared to be happy is the worst fear
I know being so scared to get hurt that I became almost get scared of closeness,
if I get punched enough a open hand is almost a closed fist,
if I get my heartbroken enough, love almost seems like a tragedy.
I know that I used the word almost because I’m still scared to admit all of this,
I know only the words you’ve told me, even your lies could become my truths and I would never know the difference
So lie to me
Cause I wanna be attached (hurt) by you

The pain
It comes and goes
A startled shame
That nobody knows

Thunder breaks open.
Through the gap,an insane rain;
Killing in cold flood.

As I look into her eyes
I see endless skies
I see the definition of infinity,

As I watch her energy
I see the possibilities
I see not the end but the beginning,

As I see her soul move with grace
I see her life moving at her pace
She has the definition of potential,

As I see her look into the mirror
I see in her eyes rejection and doubt

As she looks into the eyes of society
She sees a ugly fat person who'd be better off dead,
But what she doesn't know is that she has the looks of a queen, the personality of a comedian, and the strength of a worrior,

Woman be not afraid to be your self and let your potential come out,
Woman be brave,
Woman open your eyes!