Girl's got eyes that can see right through ya,
Sometimes demonic bringing out the worst.
Often gorgeous, full of pureness,
Iris filled with color ready to burst.

She puts her hair up
strands ponytail wound.
I pull it out, she gives a shout,
I watch her shoulders catch the hair falling down.

Her lips so gentle, soft and supple,
hers and mine immersed.
Leaning in, skin to skin,
Each kiss feels like the first.

Her personality drives me crazy,
On cloud 9 yet down to earth.
We are running free, have nowhere to be,
Traveling to the land of love, nowhere furth'.

I sing to her, I strum for her,
She listens intently every time.
Holding me as I play a key, loving no one but me,
Never getting tired of my rhyme.

We could sit and be starving,
Not have showered in days.
Staring, dreaming, wishing, believing,
Not caring about the popular craze.

No matter what is happening,
People fighting and placing us on hated land
We don’t  give in, our love we defend,
Together forever hand in hand.

This is a struggle for me, for she is not named,
She is out there for me to find.
So I keep moving along, writing poems and songs,
Waiting for our paths to intertwine,


The love of my life is set in stone,
For she is my beautiful unknown.

Thinking back, it makes a lot of sense...
The well-hidden rage.
Minor outbursts here and there.
The silent plea for help.
Drowned furth by the shower head.
Spurting cold, cold water.

The numbness that comes afterward.
The beating of a heart calming down.
Echoing in your head.

It comes in waves, ya know?
They're not always soft,
Against the shoreline of your inner mind.
Instead, pounding sharp and icy,
Jagged rock and coarse sand under your palm.

Other times it catches you in your sleep.
Completely unaware.
Sometimes mid-sentence.
Your mouth left half open.
Eyes faded into the black tunnel,
Where all words seem to have disappeared into.

Brows furrow in confusion and loss.
Bam!
Sudden tears spring forth like a broken faucet.
There was no trigger this time.
Nothin to push you over the edge.
And yet...

The screaming doesn't help.
The rage building in the pit of your belly.
Stoking an agonizingly acidic fire.
Which spreads like a virus into your veins.
Vibrating under your skin.

Hyper-aware now.
Thoughts fluctuating so quickly your mind spins.
Unable to catch words, phrases.
So fast they sound like another's voice.
Right in your ******* ear.
Another itch altogether.

Options, throw the good crystal across the room.
Pray your mother forgives you from the grave.
Knock a chair over.
Pull your hair.
Grab the largest kitchen knife.
Blood staining caramel skin.
Unmarred in years.
The old ones faded with time.
But you can still see them.
Drip. Drip. Drip.

You close your eyes against these visions.
Breath.
Calm.
Continue.

"Don't forget to take your meds tonight."
You tell your reflection.
She nods trembling.
"Okay.

I'm sick of all the wanting, waiting
Of this life,its frustrating
Thoughts of death,self masticating
Emotions I shall be castrating

Have no form of self worth
To myself I am furth
Where is choice to unbirth?
Leave behind wretched earth