Boys say really sweet things like,
"We will get married some day,"
And "I will love you till the day I die,"
Just so you will spread your legs,
And they can get between your thighs,
When truthfully each tender word,
Is nothing but a clever lie,
Disguised as loving truth,
Sweet enough to make you cry,
So please remember next time he says,
"You make me so happy, I dont know why,"
To just say "thanks" and cross your legs,
Because when he leaves you'll want to die.

She's got broken things,
Where her heart should be,
Shattered glass from old,
Milk bottles and shiny,
Fragments of CDs she,
Made for the love of her life.
The central ***** was beat,
To a ****** pulp,
And her bones are now,
Made of glass,
So fragile one step might just,
CRACK.
But she seems to,
Keep on going,
Even though the going is quite,
Tough.
Even with bones of ice and,
No heart,
She hasn't had enough.

Perhaps it wasn't just his right eye that was blind,
Perhaps it was his,
Moral compass,
And his heart, a little, too.

"The Girl With The Pink Hair"
Will always be dedicated to you,
For giving me a reason to live,
When I thought I didn't have one.

"God created English so that Shakespeare could be born,"
My English professor told me,
Upon entering class,
But as I sat in my desk,
I mused,
Perhaps God created English,
So that you and I may converse.

Every future I can see still has you in it,
So why aren't you in my arms?

Christmas used to be my favourite holiday. And you knew that.
But on the day we were supposed to celebrate, the 23rd, you crashed your car. You crashed your car after spending the night at a girls house.
And did you call me and ask to be saved?
No.
You called her.
And you kissed her.
And you wouldn't have even told me it happened. You would have lied.
And then we celebrated. On the 26th. And I found out, but not from you.
And you said you were sick of my constant crying. But how did you expect me to act?
But when I think back and remember Christmas, I think the worst part was
That your mother had crossed out "from" on all my presents
And instead had written "love."

I splash my face with chilled water,
Hoping the shock will freeze you out of my heart.
I take scalding showers,
To try and burn your touch from my body,
Where I can still feel your hands linger.
I drag the razor along my legs where you once kissed,
Shaving away pieces of you, letting the metal bite into my skin,
Hoping I can bleed you out of my soul.

I could love you for a thousand years,
If only you would let me.

I wasn't okay when you left,
And I wasn't okay when you came back,
Then left again.
But I'm still standing here,
And I think that's what's really important.

His words stab me in the heart,
Rip my insides to pieces,
Leave me bleeding.
Yet, sadly,
His words somehow try to place a bandage,
Over my wounds he caused.

Your words, yes, are very nice,
But only bringing them to action,
Will suffice.

I'm trying to listen,
I really am,
I just don't think,
You understand,
My eyes are heavy,
Your voice is slow,
There are many places,
I'd rather go,
So if I look,
As if I couldn't care less,
You're right,
I'm sorry,
I'm a mess.

The one bad thing about,
Having guy friends instead of girl
Friends is that they're
Not girl friends.
When you're laying in tatters on your bed,
Heart completely shattered and destroyed,
And it feels like nothing will ever be okay ever again,
Guys won't curl up beside you and pet
Your hair and they won't vow to
Hate the boy who has wronged you.
Guy friends just say things like,
"****. I'm sorry. That's really ******. That really *****."

Perhaps I get a little too invested,
With anyone who might just,
Happen to look my way

Give me a sign,
That things are alright,
I'll hold your hand,
Till the morning's first light.

Perhaps I wasn't made for anyone,
Perhaps I was made to stay alone,
With my thoughts,
And my words,
But perhaps,
On a better side of things,
Perhaps,
I was made for myself.

Maybe my poems would be happier,
If I thought our future were brighter

But when the zombies come pounding
On the door of my dorm
All I can think is
Who will come save me from the apocalypse now?

I made a deal,
With myself,
To protect my heart and
shattered soul,
At all expenses necessary.
I made a promise,
To myself,
To never feel caring emotions,
Unless they are requited.

Yet I still see you,
In my dreams,
You haunt each path I take.
How do I remove you,
Set myself free,
Without needless heartbreak?

I know the rules,
She has never heard them,
I am colourful, a vibrant ball,
She is bland, dull, tall,
She knows you now,
I know now and past,
She knows not of how you drink,
I know when you've had your last,
I am passion and power,
She is quiet and demure,
She is fat,
And I am thin,
Yet I am out,
And she is in.

I flew to Denver,
With my heart on my sleeve,
Unsure of what awaited.
But little did I know,
You were  an avid fisherman,
And I was already baited.

It was late,
We were early,
It was wrong,
But we were right,
It was dangerous,
But us--we were easy,
It felt empty,
But we felt full,
It was secret,
But we exposed ours,
It felt emotionless,
But we felt emotion,
It was something;
We were something.

I will marry a man,
Who will never let me go to sleep angry,
A man who will hang up the phone,
Then call back right away to apologize.
I will marry a man,
Who never tells me I'm too small,
And never forget to say "I" in front of "love you,"
A man who isn't afraid to kiss me,
Every hour of every day, regardless
Of our surroundings.
I will marry a man,
Who wants to travel with me,
And explore the world,
But knows exactly when I need to stay home.
A man who never judges me weakness,
Or tells me my worries are "wrong,"
But a man who holds me,
Whenever I'm falling apart,
And is never afraid,
To fight for me.
I will marry a man who is all these things,
And somehow even more.
Yet part of me,
Still hopes I'll be marrying you.

Dipping our toes into darkness,
We broke but the surface,
Riding midnight waves,
Grabbing tightly at what we know,
Letting go of what we don't,
If only for but a moment,
Hidden in this place of shadow,
We collide.

He says I'm nothing but,
Late night drunk ***,
To you, and thats all.

Yet I turn to another,
And he says,
It isn't just that,
That it's more.

And then I turn to you,
And you say nothing.

Your eyes were a twisted blue, like the ocean,
And just as deep.
I was worried I would drown in them.


Perhaps I did.

I said "People always leave,"
And you said those were
silly people from our
silly, beat up town.
You said that I needent worry
Because we were so much more
than that,
But look at us now
You've left
And I'm still right here.

I'll carve your name
In to my skin
In hopes that you'll say mine
Again.

I feel as useful as a white crayon,
I feel as if no one will love me again

Why did you go?

I say I'll regret you till the end of time,
But truly I pray for one more minute of yours.

How long can you
Pretend I dont exist
Until I simply don't?

I told you that you were losing your friends,
I told you my blades were calling me,
I told you we needed you back,
I told you I wanted to die.

And what was your response?
"That's fine."

I still do not understand,
How someone who once loved you,
More than life itself,
Can suddnely be so unendlingly,
Cruel

You were everything I thought you would be,
And I think that's why this hurts so badly.

I've spent a year
Loving you
With nothing in return.

I think it's time to stop.

I think I've found,
For the very first time,
It may be my head, not my heart,
Who isn't ready

When my beating heart,
Was falling apart at the seams,
You took a thread and needle,
And stitched each break together,
With your name.

Now you are trying to take,
The strings back out,
But my heart has grown around them,
And your name won't leave my mind.

I'll cloak myself in your words,
And hope they are enough to keep,
The cold from shattering my bones.

Perhaps it was foolish of me,
To expect more to follow,
Our simple conversation.

I will not let myself care for you,
I will not let myself be hurt again.

All of my best poems
Are about you.

I'll do this silly dance with you,
Hoping that your promises do come true.

You care about everyone and
you care about their problems
you always have

but now you don't care that
I've got glass in my heart
or that God wants me
dead

and what do you do when
the person who takes care
of everyone won't
take care of you?

This will be the first time in a long time not ringing in the New Year with you. And what is a celebration if I don't turn to see you beside me? What does any of this past year matter if you won't be there in the future? I want to drive to your house and throw all your things onto your lawn, scream at you for what you've done. I want to drive to your house and kidnap you, take you away from all the dark things there. I want to drive to your house and profess my devotion and love and admiration and hear you once again, finally, say those three words back.
There are so many things which I desperately want.
But today is New Year's Eve.
And it will be the first New Year I haven't rung in with you in a long time.

I hear your words
In the howling, screaming wind
Outside my house
And God, the winds are strong tonight.

The burn marks on my skin,
Left by his prints,
Make me never want to be held again.

You lead me to the door,
I'm not quite ready to go,
We stop and talk again,
For another five minutes,
Perhaps a hug is in order,
But neither of us seem sure.
So you just open the door wide,
For an awkward goodbye.

The things they say to make me feel better are so very nice
but
I'm not so sure they understand
I've got no pieces left to put back together.
He has them all and they can't just be given back,
He has to come with them and
he won't and
what do pieces matter
if the glue that holds them together is gone?

I woke up alone,
In that King Sized bed,
Panicked that you had gone.
And then I realized
You had been gone
For a long time.