The sun is so hot
It pierces my pale, pale skin
I am on fire

I don't think I ever loved my own voice
Until I learned to read poetry out loud.

My friend asked me about my conversation with you today.
I told her you must have run over me with a truck.
She was confused, and I explained that you left me speechless.

I had always thought I was seamless until now
that my skin was smooth
that you couldn't see the lines of my personality,
only where they should be

but the other day I could swear you pulled a string off my shoulder
and it never stopped unraveling
I'm quickly falling to pieces
just a pile of thread where there once was cloth

I'm just a pile of wool thread that used to be a beautiful sweater.

You unravel me
and I can't make it stop.

She walked on through the trees
The branches stuck out menacingly,
Poiting their knife-like ends at her
And she tried her best to duck around them
One caught her knee
And she silently said a prayer of thanks
Because it missed the open wound on the joint
By a mere three inches
Still, the fresh cut bled just like the rest

This was good luck

She reached the end of the trees
And something strange happened
The corners of her parched lips turned up
Against her will,
As if they didn't understand the weight of gravity,
As if they had forgotten the things that had preceded this forest
The things she wouldn't be able to forget

But oh, it felt so wonderful to *smile

She had collarbones like knives.
Her teeth were white as a snake's fangs,
And her eyes bright,
But dangerous,
As if they held the snake's venom.
The irises were black as coal,
Black as night, an enlargement of her pupils.
She didn't walk like she owned the place,
She walked like she created the planet
And everything on it.

She kept her jaw set.
She kept her head high.
She kept her confidence untouchable.

She counted every boy she'd truely loved on one hand,
Starting and ending with her *******.
She left the world feeling afraid of her,
But no one ever broke her heart again.

I want to feel endless

wrap your body around mine
until I lose myself

if only for just a moment

take my hand in yours, so that,
when you pull away, you
take my sorrows with you

so even when you're gone I'm happy

run your fingers ever so gently
across my skin
I want every neuron, every nerve ending
to feel on fire, just once

because I need to feel alive

take me home,
kiss away the bad memories,
and let me sleep in your arms

I want to feel infinite.