I don't care if you're too old.
I don't care if we have opposing political views.
I don't care if you're religious and I'm not.
I don't care if you are dyslexic.
I don't care if you can't spell.
I don't care if you don't go to college.
I only care that you have a
beautiful heart.

I love you for that and many other positive things.

What if I told you
Your soul can break

What if I told you
No one could save you

What if I told you
You're not in reality

What if I told you
I've stolen all your dreams

What if I told you
I heard your saddened whispers

What if I told you
I know you're just like me

And what if I said
We both dwell in the darkness

He asked to see my words
Joy in unexpected interest
But to share a glimpse inside the emptiness
The truth I've hidden for years
The fact that my feelings lay bare in ink
Though no longer reside in my soul

He asked to see my words
Answers to unasked questions
The truth of my daily struggle
The demons dancing within
The reason my heart is dessicated
The shame of my reality

He asked to see my words
To learn I do not trust
To see the dark prevail
So different from what I show
Frightened to lose someone else
Someone I dared to pretend to love

He asked to see my words
Hidden within is truth
The fact I try to no avail
That I only betray myself
To risk a loss of one so dear
There will be no recovery from nonacceptance

He asked to see my words

I'm not the poet who uses sophisticated language
I'm not the kid my parents would be proud of
I'm not the student the teacher praises
I'm not the friend who people turn to

I'm not anyone's best friend
I'm not anyone's favorite
I'm not anyone's first choice
I'm not even my own believer

I want to fix my life
Yet I want to end it
I want to be better
Yet I'm tired of trying

What is wrong with me?

My fingertips sweep across these subtle indentations
Tracing her serial number
A traumatic and numbing truth
copy written and branded on a tiny scar
just below her microscopic transistor
voice box
The shallow intake of oxygen into
recycled plastic lungs recycling air
either for realism or function
felt just as alluring
when they whispered into my ear
Her hardwired ducts always produced
tears that hurt just as much
even if it was programmable and on command
Losing the warm caress of her polymer skin
was just as painful
even though underneath was only cellular service
and not cellular growth
I swore to my friends that she wasn't like
any other I've ever loved
but as I push the lifeless shell of this
all too perfect woman into the muck caked
dumpster
I think to myself
Maybe I would have had better luck with
a name brand

you may feel rather broken
due to demons in your past
you feel the need to be outspoken
so you can speak at last

but never short your broken heart
from what you do deserve
and never tear your wall apart
and pull your loving from reserve

open up your mind to accept
you just might fall
don't try to take on all that's left
or you will not try at all

don't let the fear take over
it's all part of the plan
Jesus has you on His shoulders
and your heart inside his hands

You never realize
How many great friends you have
Until you're lonely.

Sometimes I wonder
Why I write haikus so much
Maybe I like them.

Go to bed
   bump your head
   Don't wake up 'till morning;
Lightning strike
   the house tonight
   It's raining and it's pouring.