Babe, I love you and you know that.
But what I don't know or really understand is why you think yourself dead inside?
When I'm with you I can see the pain your eyes but your smile says otherwise.
When you smile it brings to joy to me and when your sad it actually hurts me.
I once told you before and I'll tell you again.
I Promise I won't hurt you like the others have.
I'll keep your heart safe and keep your smile alive
Even if that means forgetting I have a life.
I want you to be happy,
I want to make you happy.

But I guess it just takes time.
Your not dead to me, inside or out.
Your my sunshine with a little bit of cloud.

I promise you though when I get to see you again I will make feel more alive then you have ever been. ;)

To the girls who are secretly so broken
You WILL be alright
I know you have scars on your soul
Maybe your heart
Possibly your wrists
None of this is your fault
And even if you think it is
Let it go
Not that you can, that easily
But try
I know you are broken
I know you're not okay
Especially when people ask how you are and you answer "I'm fine"
When what you really mean is "I'm alive"
But what do you really care about your own survival anymore
Well I just want you to know
There is beauty in broken glass
And to me
There is immeasurable beauty
In broken girls
So don't you ever forget
You cannot be defined by pain
You're too beautiful for that
Stay strong, broken girl
Nothing is ever really broken

If I should choose to leave
A life worth living
Would people notice my seldom heard words
Would people notice the burden we've been bearing on
Would people notice the way we silently disappeared
From a cold stony world
Where people's beauty is measured by social media
If I should choose to leave this life
That's not worth living
Would I leave a legacy
Or just another whispering voice down the halls.

Left alone with my chardonnay and nicotine,
He walks out the door with a smile on his face and a pep in his step
And I slide down into the cushions and swish the sweet nectar over my tongue and teeth.
He’ll be back, my cigarette is almost to the filter and I flick the stick at the eye sore on my bookcase.
Flitting around town he’s getting his fill on Jack and Jim, making twilight friends out of strangers.
I listen to the floors creak and the couple below me start to scream at each other.
Early summer’s heat is taking its toll. Time will pass as it always does.
I light another cigarette and the hours drone on. A knock on the door snaps me out of my melancholy.
Familiar pools of green are looking at me from the door way. He wasn't gone long.
Dark patterns have formed on his shirt and he wears a crown of sweat.
He handed me a bottle and the chill sent lightning through my fingertips.
The quarrelers below have exchanged their harsh words for lustful moans and I pour two glasses.
Are you in trouble?
What makes you think that? He sips his ***** and holds his hand out to me. I give him mine and his lips rest softly on my knuckles.
You're never home this early. He looks hurt, but flashes me that winning smile and takes me in his arms.
Our body heat could scorch this earth.
I look over to my full glass and sigh.
Another glass wasted..

First I'd like to say Merry Christmas
Happy Hannukah, And Kwanzaa, and happy New year, this time I wanna do something different
Or, if you will, present a twistmas to the happy holiday of Christmas.

See, I'm from the isle of misfit toys
yes it's real, I wouldn't lie Girls and boys
So this year on this holiday
all the misfits like us should be praised instead of betrayed today

So give to those people out in the streets
beside the beleaguered believers of the salvation army
to those people outside just looking for change
give to them too. time, money, whatever you can spare on the brain

And to the quiet kid in school who has trouble at home
invite them over for dinner, don't make them feel alone

This is Christmas, the happiest time of the year
but I'd like to present a twistmas, so that all are held dear.