I try for now but the past comes back
I can't take that
Ripping me apart it bruises my heart
Grips me tight leaving deep finger marks
Oh the remarks
Oh how we act
All I ask
Why did you do that
Why would heaven decide to hurt my heart
Why couldn't I have us
I was so young
It still makes me cry
At least It gave me a big heart

I would give it all for you if only
It ***** being lonely

I write you a poem
I know it's not much
it isn't a flower
you can reach out and touch

Not the grandest of gestures
it's a singular rhyme
there's no red wicker basket
of Rosemary and Thyme

My words are not objects
not plated in Gold
but my ballad is heartfelt
where metal is cold

So, don't you agree
that a poem is better?
For my heart is not in materialism
but a sincere love letter.

'You can't be in love, you're only Sixteen'*
Well then please, define 'love'
tell me, what does it mean?

I see the smile on your face as he walks through the door
but the pain in your eyes makes me wonder what for
And the silence and solitude pierces the air
The broken home whispers with tears of despair

You're trapped in a cycle of macabre lust
The unavoidable truth is the lack of real trust
So it pains me to watch you
And your words of fake ''love''
More Black like the Raven than White like the Dove

And you sit there
you ask me
how can I feel love?
how can my heart beat when it is so young?

My response then, is simple
I feel love like you do
Only your love is false
and my love is true

give it to me.
motionless and waiting.
you are my innocence lost:
you are what i truly want.

I’m motionless and waiting,
as the anticipation scares me.
You are what I truly want,
but I always want to flee.

The anticipation scared me,
so I ran away
constantly i wanted to flee
so let me follow my road.

so i ran away.
and tripped over cracked sidewalks.
this is the road I follow
of cigarette butts and powder.

Tripping over cracking sidewalks,
falling in a pile of scabs and mistakes
covered with cigarette butts and powder:
just blow and forget.

Falling into a pile of my scabs, and my mistakes
Just please give it to me.
Blowing to forget,
I am your innocence lost.

disappointment.
small. sad.
i was ready.
i came prepared.
but this isn’t what i wanted
I sighed.  I giggled.
So you snapped.
and forced.
  and held.
    and choked.
“it won’t happen again”
meek.  weak.
you gruffed, and grunted.
and moaned.
and i was still.
lifeless.  on my back.
so i peered at the nightstand,
and your wilted flower.