(read forward, then backward, line by line)

I ran.
Not knowing what else to do
There was so much blood on my hands
It was mine
The kitchen knife
Caught in my chest
Guilt
Consumed by
Fear
I was heightened by
Adrenaline
But running on
Wasn’t enough
While trying to stay calm,
Losing control
It was me that would end up
Dead. Because
He was
In front of me
The whole time
It was too late
Trapped
I found myself
Locked in chains
My fate was
Death.

i miss you
and it isn't even poetic
anymore

Take me
Take all of me
Because your more than me
More worth then me
I love you but not me
Because you use me
And you make a perfect me
But sadly your me
Isn't my me
Or maybe it is me
Who is me?

You think you’re so slick?
You got away with a few things sure.
Little do you know I let you get away that time
Little do you know I let you get away all times before

Slick is what you think you are
Slick is what you are not

Think again little one
Best think long and hard
Think twice and then think more
Think until you don’t think you’re slick anymore

You are many things
Slick is what you are not

they say
boys want a girl
to make them feel
powerful

i just
want a girl
to make me feel
loved

they say
boys want a girl
that is good
in the kitchen

i just
want a girl
that is good
in my arms

Chem is trying, I am Chem for now
Haunting
Exhausting
Maybe don't need it
I'm failing
Stupid than the rest
Trying
Receding
You're laughing

i love
you so
much

that i  
run out
of--