Laying on his chest pretending it's home
Interpreting his lips against to mean more than just tonight
Kissing back like it means hope for tomorrow
Letting his sweat sink into you with the reality of what this is
This is temporary
This is only now
This is make-believe passion
This is fading ink stain
This is it doesn't matter how good you look
This is it doesn’t’ matter how good you are
This is he doesn't care
This is he wont call back
This is twisting lust into love when it is not even close and you can't say you didn't see it coming when it does because it happens every time you spend a night with a new him

You are trying to fill the void of old
You are trying to build future out of dust
There is no room for love to blossom in drought and that is exactly what this is
This pretending is a dehydrated sky crying for rain and
There is no home to be built here
His chest is not yours to call it
His lips only translate to right now
Kissing back will not extend the time
And his sweat mixed with yours is nothing more than an ocean
Be careful not to drown
He will not save you.

Wanna know where she got the scars from? The answer is YOU...
See, just because she's good at keeping secrets doesn't mean everything that happened in the past doesn't exist.

And just like YOU, I'm also disappointed at Her for sleeping with the whole Nigerian soccer team. And that dress she had on lastnight, matches the colour of my bed sheets...
And the reason I keep calling Her a ***** is to remind YOU that Afrika is surrounded by a Beach.

But let me stop wasting my breath because the word "NO" doesn't seem to make You stop... And the only time I ever heard Her beg is when she was begging somebody to get ontop of Her body...

Take it Back
She don't know how
The room loses light
Sound vanishes, no faint echos
Just silent and dark
Take it Back
Breaks the silence
She don't know how
Through the dark she feels a stare
Frigid and demanding
Take it Back
This is her last chance
She tries to say it
She don't know how
All warmth gone
Take it back**
This is all she regrets
The absence of this action
Leaves her to be on her own
She don't know how

Childhood years full of green grass
A little girl free of care, full of spirit
The mirror was forigen to her gaze

Middle school girl feels abit queer
She found her body to be changing
She feels the mirror’s light stare

High school girl is made of glass
Body stuck in a delusional freeze frame
Everyday she tries to hide what the mirror dreadfully enhances in her eyes

Bathroom visit to throw up her enemy
Gym routines that can't ever be missed
Troubled truly by her magnified flaws

Last summer at home spent in bed
Hospitalized from the demon she let in
Her heart grows so weak, she'd be dead by next week

She breaks all the mirrors that messed with her head
She eats her first meal praying it will stay
She enters her college revivied and refocus on books not just body looks.

Girls you are all beautiful no matter your size.

Blossoms at night,
and the faces of people
moved by music.

The artist adds another stroke
Every night

He hates to see his paint
wasted on such an ugly canvas

He tells himself
Maybe tomorrow I wont waste it

But painting has become such a habit
that it seems like he cant stop

until all his paint
is gone

All it took was one look
One memory
One flashback
One feeling
I'm back again
I remember it all.
The sadness
The irritability
The feeling of worthlessness
The feeling of impending death
The breakdown...
I'm back again.
And this time may be the last.

i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body.  i like what it does,
i like its hows.  i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones,and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the,shocking fuzz
of your electric furr,and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh….And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you so quite new