the ocean will be bigger no matter how big you think you are.
the thorns on rose stems will still ***** your skin no matter how thick it is.
the air will still be made up of complex gases no matter how much you love simplicity.
the boy you wrote letters to will crumple them and throw them no matter how many more you write and lock away.

and after a while, all smiles are to me is just a movement of muscles around the cheek and mouth area.

you are the personification of pouring boiling water onto my throat wound.

Notice the way I change when you enter the room.
Notice the way you make my lips curl into a smile when you speak to me.
Notice the way your face reflects so handsomely in my brown eyes.
Notice the way my body shudders beneath your touch.
Notice the way I taste on your lips, lust and desire.
Notice the way that I can’t live without you.

Notice the way I change when you leave.
Notice the way I have no smiles left, only frowns.
Notice the way you can’t see a thing through my glassy eyes.
Notice the way that my hip bones poke through my tee shirt.
Notice the way my lips chap and bleed when you kiss me.
Notice the way that I’m dying without you.

first they'll tell you about the daughters they "had"
the ones who, at nine, would go straight to bed
the ones who, without fail, would kiss their mothers goodnight
and then you'll comprehend these mothers' plights
(from the gravel in their voices they'll path a road for you to see)
the daughters they're talking about are the ones they never had.
(n.n.)

i've never seen so much red in someone so blue