A little heart inside of me
I keep it tucked away
Beg and plead
On ****** knees
Just hoping that you'll stay.
A fighting mind up in my head
I know that it's up there
Try and try
I memorize
The wish that you would care.
And tiny legs that carry me
Deeper into your hold
Red stop signs
And tear streaked eyes
I know I should have known.
Thin, small arms I have right here
That don't accomplish much
I lift the weights
You throw them down
And I still wince at your touch.
Meager curves I wish were not
Places, yeah, I got it there
A weightless thing
"The Skin and Bones"
But I'm still caught in your stare.
The darkest eyes I try to hide
And theirs- the lightest blue
Just not the same
I cannot change
The eyes I see in you.
Visual things, they matter much
Inside it matters more
I guess it's fine
Its gone with time,
Isn't personality a bore?

Typical you
Thinking the world owes you something
Everything is supposed to be beautiful
But you sit and do nothing

You string along the guys
Everyone thinks they have chance
But once you've fed you need for attention
You don't even give them a second glance

You lie and you curse
You sabotage yourself
Just so you can say your life is worse
And that its hurting your health

Typical you

You say you're heart is broken
Yet you've never been in love
You think you're so innocent
But sweetheart, you're no dove

You go to church
Yet when leave it's all forgotten
You claim you have nothing
But you're spoiled rotten

You have people whom love you
Yet still lonely you stay
How do I help you
Do we have to runaway?

Why cant you face your demons?
What is the skeleton in your closet that so hard to clean out?
Cant you see that actually living is what life is supposed to be about?
Typical you

‘The coffee is getting cold’.

The sweet retold
From her
Waiting with the winter’s brew!

No ambition I harbor
For here my woman
The best way she can
Makes steaming brew
Worth my savor!

She knows too
In the wintry nights
With her I crave to be
Sipping her hot coffee
With it drowning the winter’s pain
My only reward, best bargain
A sweet story retold!

‘The coffee is getting cold’
From her
Creating for me summer’s brew!

Dear Diary
   I've always dreamt
of being kissed under the moon,
with such passion,
I practically swoon.
   Only to be caught
by two strong arms,
and be swayed, yet again
by his good looks and charms.
Dear Diary
   Strawberries and wine
seem divine for the time
I have in mind.
Sitting on a blanket
and under one
of stars, for when
the sun
is no more.
   As he walks me to my door
I silently wish for
a peck on the lips
his hands on my hips..
sparks flying,
knots tying in my stomach,
butterflies never dying.
Dear Diary*
   My name is realization
and I am a crazy...frantic...
hopeless romantic.

Sickness beware,
I will be there,
Weakness watch out,
I'll be her crutch,
Sadness, oh you,
Can back away,
'Cause I'll keep her from your rain,
Anger, calm down,
I will stay my ground,
Fear, fear me,
dare not come near me,
Forget about failure,
Lose all the lies,
All you demons beware,
For her,
I'll be there.

I can’t remember
what I wanted to ask.
I feel foolish.
Unrequired
This could change
everything.

Today you pushed back your sleeves
Suddenly, violently,
"I did this in London."
Two tattoos still raw,
Still red the way you complain
People's always are when they
Show them off too early.

With a 5 point needle
And a sixteenth ounce of black ink
You'd bled yourself a crutch
And brought my legs out from under me.

"It means a lot that you like it."
You have scarred your body with
My words of love and you dare to blush
Under my consideration. Every time you
Touch those marks I imagine my fingers
On your arms, tracing your art
And arteries until you pull me in
And kiss me, put your fingers on my arms
And say thank you

                           (I love you)

Say anything but, "it means a lot"
Because I've said that you mean
So much to me so many times and
You just brushed it off, I want to
Brush those lightweight lies off your lips
With my lips, with my fingers
On your lips, until I draw the ink from
Under your skin and you understand
It to be the poison that it is
When it reaches my heart and turns sense to
Seconds until our next touch
And I never have to see that tattoo again
And I never have to feel this way again
Maybe then you'll understand

'Q