So many poems
and stories
have gone unwritten
due to fear of not being good enough

I met a woman
brutal in her mercy.

Her embrace was a clinch
to prevent hard blows.
She pulled me close to push me away.
Seeing my nakedness
she leant me a dream
of chainmail and shield.
Taking love from me she gave a reprieve
to a mind resigned to the slow death of feeling.

Ignoring my words she heard
my faint silent heartbeat and
understood that it was music
too quiet for the world to hear
and turned it up louder
than I could stand.
I wept in my deafness
as she danced.

Fleeting beauty
fluttered by me,
an iridescent cutie
floated so close,
I almost kissed her,
then she was gone,
hiding somewhere
in the flowers.

In slit-throat symphony
it pumps
encapsulated by its own desire
as it quivers and jumps.

A sucker for love,
and the vector for infectious fury,
four bloodied arbitral chambers;
Victim, Executioner, Judge and Jury.

For I can feel
the soured anger it injects into
the cerebral cortex of my brain
infesting my life
with sickness and clotted disdain,

this foolish heart
I'd rip right out of my chest!
Forget all the pain
because I don't think I'd feel the rest,

It's just not fair -
not fair, that with every passing day,
I feel less and less
like my true, honest, self -

O' sweet Doctor

lock the door

I think I'm very ill of health...

Driving for hours.
Nothing but road.
Me, head slumped
on one shoulder,
watching the rain
screech across the window.
You took over
as we crossed into Wisconsin,
the pattern of the steering-wheel
embedded in your palms.
Still got coffee from a café
a hundred miles back -
now like gloopy mud stuck in a cup.
The radio throws out
another Bon Iver track
as the wipers squeak
from side to side.
Both of us tired.
I see your eyelids flicker
between awake and not quite awake.
We stop for gas in Mazomanie.
The engine wheezes to a halt,
I hand you thirty bucks
which empties my wallet.
You stumble from the car
in a sluggish daze.
I try to shake my body alive,
my limbs heavy,
bones cracking.
Phone barely has any juice.
Enough to text home
a be home soon.
As we set off again
you give me a kiss,
a dash of caffeine on your lips.
I pinch my skin to a light red.
This is not in a dream.

Zoning out,
with indie music dancing in the air,
sitting alone on a couch,
my mind can't help but stray towards you.

I wonder what you are doing,
and if you ever remember me,
for my head is clogged of thoughts containing,
only you.

I'm brought back to your driveway,
90' degrees of sun beaming down on our faces,
starting to sweat but I can't let go,
saying good-bye always brings a tear to my eye.

I can still feel your strong, tight arms,
forcing pressure and intense emotion into my body,
enforcing me that you want only me...
those are the best hugs.

Then I get the thought to write my heart out,
but it's overwhelming me,
hearts pumping rapidly now,
and Im filled with so much love.

I can't wait to let it all out,
share our happiness together,
push our egos aside,
so our souls can become one.

-Kayla Cory to my love Gabriel Velasquez <3