There's this girl
Who Climbed her way out of my heart;
Only to appear at my side.
She is sweetness.

If I believed in God
I would call her a miracle.
But since I don't,
I'll have to call her a universe.
In which I could never feel alone.

She is precisely the Kind of girl
I could write a love poem about.
Because every word I steal from her heart,
Is but a drop in a golden ocean.

So I sit as near to her as I can
And try to catch her eye
And smile to myself,
Because it is hard to hate a world in which
She will  always be beautiful.

She steps onto that same scale everyday.
And everyday, no matter what the number,
It always reads "Eat Less”.
And so she does.
All she wants is a flat stomach, small thighs, and to be skinny enough that she’s classified as bony.
Is that too much to ask?
She gives herself a gold star every time she goes 12 hours without food.
Creating the idea that she is doing something good.
She collected so many stars that a full stomach was something never felt.
Counting every calorie her body would intake.
Working out for hours just because she broke down and ate one cookie yesterday.
She has a constant reminder in the back of her head to **** in her stomach.
But now it does it all on it’s own,
Like an empty black hole.
She is a slave to hunger,
But he eventually goes unnoticed.
She got her flat stomach and small thighs yet still cannot stop.
She grows weaker and weaker everyday.
As her life begins to slip through her fingers,
She’ll die perfect.
Looking like a stick.

my simple words - unspoken
as time stands still, my heart beats
harder until the ties loosen,
smoothing the edges
unbound in the curve of your lips,
leaving my world
speechless

IF I DRUNK TEXT YOU
AGAIN TONIGHT
I WONDER IF YOU'LL REALIZE
HOW SAD I AM

IF I DRUNK TEXT YOU
AGAIN TONIGHT
I WONDER IF YOU'LL REALIZE
THAT I'M EMPTY

IF I DRUNK TEXT YOU
AGAIN TONIGHT
I WONDER IF YOU'LL REALIZE
I HAVE A PROBLEM

IF I DRUNK TEXT YOU
AGAIN TONIGHT
I WONDER IF YOU'LL THINK
I HAVE A PROBLEM

IF I DRUNK TEXT YOU
AGAIN TONIGHT
I WONDER IF YOU'LL REALIZE
HOW BAD I'M GETTING

IF I DRUNK TEXT YOU
AGAIN TONIGHT
I WONDER IF YOU'LL TELL ME
TO GO TO BED

IF I DRUNK TEXT YOU
AGAIN TONIGHT
I WONDER IF YOU'LL REALIZE
YOU'VE MADE A MISTAKE

Please don't misunderstand me
I know this had to be done, things
were growing more rotten by the day
and sudden amputation was our only choice, but

I still feel you, like
fingers grazing skin, I feel you
like a heart that never left this chest
I still feel you, and

Though we had to cut away
the decayed flesh of what is
I am still trapped, thinking about
what was, and what could have been

My heart is still full of tomorrows
and I need you to know
I will never love again, not the way I loved you
never that way

Each path before, led me to you  
but somewhere we took a detour
and I can't stop thinking; Is this the way it ends?
is this the way true love was meant to die?

Severed limb and bleeding heart?
I am only human, and there is a limit
to how much pain I can endure
and even though you're gone

*I can still feel you beating in my chest

Some count the seconds.
Some count the minutes.
Some count the hours.
Missing out on the joy.

Where is the deepness of the affection?
If you concentrating on the distraction.
Phone ringing.
Car noise.
Knocks at the door.
And other conflicts.

Some use excuses.
Some not into it.
Some let others be to intrusive.
Missing out on the joy.

The kissing means nothing.
If you're not passionate enough to give back.
How can you receive?
If you setting up restriction.
Yes, where is the joy?

And many call it making love.
That's strange.
People's more intimate in the rain.

Look at that full moon
my darling apparition.
The way its glow
permeates
through my shutters
is so mystical,
it heightens
this precious moment.

I shudder when I think of you,
kissing the way we used to,
you & I
together in repose.
Your toes would curl
& my goosebumps would
cover me like a blanket.
And you knew how to thank me,
giving me your all,
we'd crawl on the floor
having a ball.
When they
got to slappin',
something good
was about to happen,
something so good
it made you scream
****** ******.

So lie still lovely ghost,
I'm close to rapture.
& O please
haunt me soon,
I'm ready
for you to capture
my vivid dream.

Bitterness peels from your lips
like cracked paint,
chips of azure
falling into the winds
of lost hope,
you wail.

But it's alright to bleed pain
with angry words,
it's a way to cope,
a way to get back up
from this fight
we call life.

And I do pray for you sincerely.
I pray you find
a new coat
of brilliance,
find a beautiful color,
to make you shine again.