don’t be gentle with her
she lives with the whirlwind in her mind
changes as the ocean hold her tight
the waves crashes her bones
filling her lungs
up to her throat
you see roses and thorns

don’t be gentle with her
she wear her mending hearts on her sleeve
shattering your walls as you cup her cheeks
cracking cold air while you kiss her lips

Tell me about the first time you sensed my vulnerability. The first time you knew I could be manipulated by your eyes as easily as by your hands- those ****** fingers. Was it so obvious? Did I appear to be that naive, that in need of guidance? When did you see my willingness, my obligation to please? It was well known by you, well abused by you. But most importantly, when did you stop caring enough to do this to me..

A fellow poet made comment on my writing.
A Doctor by trade.
His comment "you are a thinker".
I know he intended no accusation.
In truth he is the first Doctor I have encountered to highlight the worst symptom of depression.
Whilst I continue to seek a cure to the thinking... I appreciate the comment and inadvertent diagnosis.

You
are
so
gullible!!
If someone off the street offered you a piece of candy
Would you honestly take it????
He said with rain running down his cheeks from anxious eyes

Open your eyes
Not everything in this world or rarely anything is all cupcakes and rainbows, Sweetheart

I dont want you to get hurt
because of someone taking advantage of someone so pure
Desperation and vulnerability peeking clearly behind that mask he would wear
as he plead to her

Please
Open your eyes to the way people are
there is good
But only 50% percent of this world chooses to use it

I cant lose you...
It would be all my fault..
What would i even do?
Im going to be honest
i think i would have to end what i have
what is this life worth to me without you in it?
She looks up at him
tears
falling
Sad
eyes
A Gullible
                              A Vulnerable  
                                                 ­                   Little Girl

They embrace each other
still crying their silent tears

When you said,
"Your secret is safe",
Vulnerable
is how I felt.

You see,
I may come off as strong,
But the problem with being "the strong one",
The one who always offers a hand to everyone,
Is that, t have no one to hold mine.

They think I don't need anyone,
They think I have no problems, no worries,

BUT,
even I fall asleep crying,
And say nothing's wrong,

Because nobody knows,
That I really am lying,
That no one is so strong......

Bittersweet melancholy fills my lungs
As I look upon the things I love
Searching, always searching
For a way to make it better;
Make me better
I feel so lost in a world so cold,
Everyday I'm growing old
But a look inside reveals nothing but a lost child;
Broken and scared, afraid of my own mistakes.
All I want to do is give
But all I do is take,
Another day, another head shake
Trying to clear the cobwebs,
The thoughts, my fears.
A smile hides more than words can ever say,
Still I put one on everyday
With eyes begging for them to see,
And a heart hoping they never do.
Constant contradiction, stress with no relief
Staring in the mirror with disbelief.
When did I I begin to fade away
As numbness starts to grip;
Another day of darkness gives away to winter's nip.