Let me talk about love...
that thing I want in life.
Let me speak about it,
like,
I don't have it,
when I do have it.
Just not that type.
Let me not whisper about it, okay?
Let me just talk, and just listen
don't say.

A word.
I want it so badly.
I want it today.
I want it right now.
And that is okay, because everyone does.
Everyone wants it.
Everyone needs it, as a matter of fact.

And this it that I speak of
is of mutual kind
a mutual deep, crazy,
love.
a one that is rich
is real and is blind.
A love that is lovely beyond all beauties and time
A love that does not factor seconds
into the spaces it lives
no it is timeless
and priceless and
gives


These loves they will tear you to shreds if their gone.
These loves will leave spaces like open black stars.

Time will make its new home in your scar.
And kiss you till death,
till you live to love again.

Let me tell you. My love?
Let me tell you again.

Love is your enemy. Love is your friend.

As I look in the

Mirror,

I don't see myself.



I only see what I

Believe

myself to be.



And occasionally I

Wonder

what it took,



To make me this kind of

"Me"



l.r.

It's the query of these days—
Why would I cherish them?
Discerningly hear, comprehend their words
Ask of their lives, speak of their day
Wonder at all why they can't seem to do them same
Why would I cherish them?
They've never cherished me.
Not once queried why I must
Sit alone, in dry, loud silence
So humbling to deafening
I cannot attempt to understand.
But I've never pondered them
Never approached them,
Never my intention
Desperation alive in aforementioned silence...
Perhaps that's the answer, the end, the solution.
Another, one more question—
Do I want to cherish them?
Or for them to cherish me?

You need to do it.
                            I don't..
Yes you do- and you know it.
                            Stop. Go away.
Just do it already you big baby.
                            I'm scared.
Why? You've done it before. It's not a big deal. ******* go.
                            What if Mom hears me?
She won't. Do you want to lose it?
                            Yes
What are you waiting for then?
                            (sigh)
You need to do it.
                            (Shaking)
...
                    ­       (Gives in)
Feel better?
                           No.. Yes. I don't know
You do.
I win again.

Run.
Faster!
They're catching up,
They're almost here.

Crashing through the woods--
You can hear their spies
Buzzing through the trees,
Right beside you,
Keeping up easily with your dragging.
You feel too tired to keep up with
The fast pace.

Pick up your feet.
They're on your tail!
Get up.
Run!

The spies--
Some darken the sky,
Now a hazy gray,
Their black wings overtake the slower pace.
You can hear their gleeful laughs and cries.

Don't give in.
FIGHT!
Run.

You feel your feet uselessly pulling,
They refuse to go on.
They need to!
You let yourself fail,
You can feel yourself fall from exhaustion.
The exertion was not enough.
Crash--
Fall--
Down.
There's no one here--
No one but the enemy.

No one will save you.
You didn't run fast enough.

1.
Hope was a girl with soft brown tresses
that swung around her shoulders as she laughed.
Hope was a girl with light hazel eyes
that shone like stars when she smiled.
Hope was a girl who always told me she was my bestest friend.

2.
but lately Hope's hair has been heavy with grease
her eyes have been dull with purple bruises underneath
and her voice is barely heard unless she says three little words.

3.
last night I shot Hope in the face
17 times, to be precise
she would not be mad
if her face was intact
i just could not take her
saying those three stupid words.

4.
"I've given up."