I fell apart.
my art isn’t what I want it to be and I found your shirt in the wash.
i’ve been crying into clean laundry and I keep wondering if you’re feeling a heart break this strong.
I know you’re not.
but god can I pray to the universe that there is some sign of your emotion.
you always thought you were like your father
always leaving and cycling back
again
and again.
i will wash your shirt a million times
but memories don’t clean off.
please don’t coat your feelings in steel
why am I writing this?
why is this the way my brain cycles
around and around and around
why am I the over dramatic poet and you the cold hearted artist?
is art and poetry hand in hand?
or are they as different as the sky and the sea
don’t they meet?
but also stretch aimlessly on and on and on.
you be the sky
and I’ll be the sea.
we will always touch
though we stretch on and on and on.
i’ve been crying into clean laundry
and watching it cycle
again and again and again

And to dive into the ocean would be less exhilarating
Exhale with no chance of inhaling
Far below the surface, I cannot see
what lies ahead of me, what lurks beneath

Thrashing and flailing and pining for air
Searching for safety--alas, it's not there
Hopelessness conquers the will to be free
Open my lungs and concede to the sea...

Today
Dear reader
You are the most precious
Person in my life.
For this moment
I offer you my heart
Freely.
I hope for your dreams
and mourn your losses
I stand before you
With my sacred oath,
That for this fleeting moment
Unspoiled for eternity
My heart is in your palms
And you beat within my chest.
As the world mires  
In Greed and Ego,
Manipulation and Hate
Today
Dear Friend
For a moment,
We changed this World.

Three years ago
I kisses the first lips I
Ever fell in love with,
And the last lips
I would kiss forever.

Of all the things humans throw away, their past is our greatest waste.

I wish I could talk
To you it isn't easy
All things go amok
My stomach feels so queasy

I wish that I can chat
To you I'll be a speechless gnat
Every time I open my mouth
"NO!" my brain forever shouts

I wish I could be your everything
So that smiles on your face I bring
My chapped lips beckoning
My parched throat swallowing

For everything I wish
That we could be like this
I still fear and doubt
That with you...I'll be in a blackout

Lace pastel pink dress
With a high collar.
It buttons in the back,
So there's a keyhole cut out.

Little brown
Wicker heeled
Sandals.

Silver chain,
Butterfly locket,
With a movie ticket inside.

My toe nails
And finger nails
Are painted black
As night.

The top of the dress
Conforms to my hourglass
Figure,
And the bottom of the dress
Flows out.

A golden ring given to me
By my mother
On my finger,
Studded with diamonds
Or some stone that is similar.

I am feminine,
I am soft.

Sometimes I am fragile,
But do not ever mistake
My being feminine
For my being weak.

Weak is not a world
You could accurately use
To describe me.

Today,
For about an hour,
I'll be going back to a town
That strikes fear into my core.

Over top my lace dress,
I will wear my Bluebird's sweatshirt,
The one with his last name on the back,
So that all will know the scowl on my face,
Is not marked by any circumstances
Other than those unfortunate souls who reside in the town.

I will be elegant,
Ethereal,
And stronger
Than steel.