He fell alseep to the sound of my voice
he claims that it soothes him
Even when I trail off about simple things like the sky
or the library or the color of my blouse
I recognize that it wooes him
The places we visit, I describe in great detail
he sits quietly and smiles to his feet
An unfamiliar scent that he reaches to inhale
He asks what's that and is it lovely like me
He insisted on taking me to see a movie on our fifth date
but I didn't miss the tears as he sat there and listened
Sometimes he gets shaky when I come home too late
he doesn't know my looks, but he knows my voice glistens
He hasn't met my eye
but he knows they're my mother's
He doesn't recognize all the pity stares
or the muscle that follows my big brothers

Maybe love is blind
and maybe he is love.

They say high school is the time for finding yourself.

I only found you,
but I think that's enough.

You deserve to be worshipped
No, you should be slain
Your memory will live on
Your memory shall be the root of all evil
I wish I could call you my hero
*But I could barely call you my dad

I fell in love with a drug addict
I even bore his child
He sobered enough to kiss her cheek
and then left me, once again, in the wild

I fell in love with him for who he be
and this love left me feeling e'er so lone
when the drug wore off and he loved just me
I fell in love with his troubled own

I fell in love with the wrong sort of lad
One minute he's here yet the next is a blur
I feel so ashamed as my child cries "where's dad"
I don't know baby, he's probably with her

This man whom I love
he should not be a father, he should be kicked
the man whom I love is a disgrace of all others
I fell in love with a drug addict

When all has been personally ripped from your grasp
only then do you have the right to say,
What is there left to lose?

**Unless that right is taken from you, too

Distance,
only but a word for some
yet for I, describes much more
Distance,
this is how my life's become
the miles, the cities between, oh how my heart has tore

Distance,
has been all except a pleasure knowing
oh, a ghost in which haunts my dreams
Distance,
just a sliver of light still glowing
though the pain shall dim the beams

Distance,
if only thus could disappear
maybe then my heart would mend
Distance,
I wish that I could have you near
Distance be my friend

Pain
- Endless supply
- Free of cost
- Condition: Used
- Need room for other feelings
- Please reply ASAP


My mother always taught me that if I don't want something, to just donate. Someone could always use it for good. So, please, take it away from me... I don't want it anymore.