Let me be your confidence
Let me be your strength
If you think you're not enough
Just remember;
You're always enough for me

Let me take your pain
Let take your sadness
If you think you can't keep going
Just please,
Please hold on for me

Let me hold you up
Let me hold your insecurities
If you think you're falling down
Always remember;
I won't let you fall

So New Friend
Let me be there for you
Please just let me in
You are not a burden

In fact,
You're my best friend

A silent night, disturbed by your feverish search for something unknown.
You reached for me, holding the silver marker in your hand and drew me close.

You began to draw upon my ebony skin, the ever darkness a wonderful contrast to the silver at hand.

You flicked your wrists here and there till you art was complete, creating a sea of stars on ever inch of my chocolate being, I was the universe. In that single moment I was everything that was needed to even exist and that was when you whispered " I cannot breathe without you."

The worst kind of man because I trusted you
I sat through your lies and I gobbled them up
Like morsels of food for an endless belly
Forever lacking all restraint
You were so in love but
With limitations
Like reading between the lines
Of Blank Pages
The worst kind of man because I trusted you
Not just with my name but
With all of me
With the cracks and the faults
In my asphalt walls
A broken walkway
Impregnated
By dreams
For a while I guess
I thought you’d fix it
Fill the ***** cracked regime
Lick the wounds and bleed with paint
To fill those
Ever-aching
Seams
Now they’re flowing over, overwhelmed
Nothing more than tainted pavements
And a need to re-carve broken dreams
You filled the names in time I etched
You blurred the lines
For unsure steps
You’ve ruined all my sidewalks
The worst kind of man because I trusted you
Wish I could say you still had love
That overgrown beseeching cusp
Where darkness met and light seeped red
In cold determined breaths
Begging past all chance
Into my dark
Grab hold of light
Cup joy within white-knuckled fists
And mangle love to soundless wisps
I loved you once
Unlike your Bottle
And more I differ from that friend
For when your one sweet Bottle’s done
You pick another
One more
Again
So just the opposite
You took my love
You cupped it softly in your palms
And suffocated all my hopes
Escaping artist, gifted con
Affinity and friendship stake
A claim to dirt on roads that quake
With tempts and bribes from devil’s creed
I’ll be the **** you didn’t see
Out in the dark
Intrude your turf
Shake up your fix
It’s all
A little
Too
Bumpy
The worst kind of man because I trusted you
Guess you didn’t teach me how to lie
All you did was show me why
They say that monsters aren’t the way
You think they ought to be
All fangs and claws and feral jaws
Although you always looked a bit
Off
To me
I ran toward you screaming
Fear upon my youthful heart
Avoiding evil storybook things
The ones that lurk
Beneath the night
And in it, bump, bump,
Bump
Awake
All fright
My tortured tears
Awake
My tortured
Years
The worst kind of man because I trusted you
But all I got was lies
And now a fear so very real
Of all the monsters
What wait to hunt
When every sun is
High
For all the lies you spun
You might as well weave fabric
Save all your troubles in a hat
And sit your thoughts atop my mind
Sweet memories will fade
And time will flake away
Like words scrawled onto burning paper
For all your lies
And lack of heart
I learned the sun
Is scorching hot
And sometimes love is
Not enough
The worst kind of man because I trusted you
You took me all for shame
No more kindling for flames left to smolder
Turned out to be my sole mistake
Thought you were different
And praised your breath
Irony in how you
Manage to take
A breath
Away
Your acting is method but
Your talent has fallen short
Sentences crumbling and meanings all forgot
You’re lost in translation where
Love sounds like hate
Hate sounds like love
And sleep sounds like fate
Your cotton-candied compliments
Are bitter more than they are sweet
For words almost as lovely as
Their meanings gifted bleak
The worst kind of man because I trusted you
For hell and never took me back
You used that all against me
The worst kind of man because I trusted you
Not with my heart
But with my everything
The worst kind of man because I trusted you
Not just with me
But too with Her
Ignited the flame and fed the fire
So thank you for my lesson learned
In the words between lines
Of the blank pages
You burned
Let all know that such lessons are meant to be
Earned
No daughters
To trust
What be man
With their mother

I was thinking....

Maybe humans are
More like our
Devices
Than we realize

You see,
We can die inside
All we want
And it's no big deal
No one really cares

But also,
As long as
We are physically alive
All we need
Is for someone
To replace our batteries

Dreams are mutated monsters
They've adapted to this world

They give you hope
Just long enough
To let their brothers in

And trust me
When that happens
The brothers will destroy you during the day
And the dreams will turn on you
And destroy you during the night

Dreams are mutated monsters

there was a time
when you were something
for me to begin
like a space where our roots
could settle in
we grew around each other slowly
the buds of ourselves
blooming in the quietest way

many suns have warmed
our leaves since then
our petals lost their colour and scent
and i still blame the rain
for washing you out
so i don’t have to remember
that there was such a thing as
loving you too much

Weeds are
my favorite plants.
Their bad reputations
attract me the most.
They persevere.
They are successful.
They teach me to disdain
the world's opinions.
They remind me it is good
to be on earth
for no other reasons than
the joy of sunshine and rain.
They live on the edge
where everything
interesting happens.
I am very much a **** myself.
Weeds are something you
can count on to be there.
Not many such anchors
in one life. Take a hold;
pull one out. It will be back.
Count on it.

  ~mce

Push off of the cool cement.
Gravity eases his grip on me.
Suspended in air,
I swallow mouthfuls of the night sky.
With stars in my lungs,
I course their light through my veins.
Between me and the moon,
my small world is drenched
in a hushed, wavering silvery glow.
The still, black surface
breaks into a thousand glittering pieces.
I’m told those little diamonds make
the most melodic tinks and pings,
but I don’t ever hear them.
By then, I’m fathoms below—
where I’m enveloped in quietude,
where time is an extinct notion,
where even the heaviest heart
can beat
                    for whatever she chooses
without
burden.