she dresses in all black like
someone died but she loves her grandmother. 
i obsess over the fact her eyes are 
the same color as her's but 
the reality is her earlobes are pierced
and her childhood wasn't the same as mine. 
she kisses her mother and father goodnight
and takes off the makeup that she thought would make her
look better. i need you here in the late 
hours of the night where all my mind thinks of is you. 
come by for a little and please 
allow me to hear your stories. i want to hear about
your grandmother. i want to hear you.

I can recant how you told me
how one day
you'd show gravity who is boss
but your feet still
haven't left the ground
and i can still
hear god laughing

I wrote on myself last night

I wrote the words

                                                          Vile

            Broken

                                                                                            *****

                                            Alone

                      Ugly

                                                                             Fat

                                                    Pale

     Stupid

                                                                                     ****

                              Inferior

                                                                                                            Lonely

                 Sad

                                                          Awkward

                          Weird

                                                                                        Worthless

I wrote them with sharpie

And then I took my pocket knife

Freshly sharpened

And I cut the words into my skin

I cut lines across my thighs

And I watched all the ink sink in

"They say that ink poisoning can **** you

Well, welcome death

To my body. To my temple."

That's what I said

Later, I got in the shower

And I scrubbed off the writing

I scrubbed until my flesh was raw

There was even a little more bleeding

I marked DAY 3 off the calendar

And I went to bed

This morning I woke up

I plastered a smile on my face

And prepared for the day

To see the only one who makes me happy

And keeps me sane

At least when he is around

Soon I'll go home and do like usual

I'll pull out the sharpies

And again I'll sharpen my pocket knife

I'll make a long list of words

And I'll repeat the night before

But tonight I might not cry as much

Even though the pain will be 10 times worse

Have you ever let your veins run dry,
Just so the other can drink?
Have you ever let some one in,
To the point that you can't breath?

The world can't get you now.
The world can't have you now.
You gave yourself,
To an unworldly creature.

With out her,
There is no real me.
Without her love I can't
Ever be truly happy.

I will give up all that I am,
To try and make her happy.
I will give my heart and soul,
To have an eternity.

We both are a little crazy,
But it's over each other.
We are both a little out of touch,
With the rest of the world.

I wouldn't take this another way,
Wouldn't ever give away,
What I found in her,
I will always be here to stay.

My love, my one,
My eternity.

it will be my turn
one unsuspecting
moment gone forever