maybeyou were abeautiful impossibilitya rose-colored illusiondelicious delusiona fantasygood enough to eatI never thoughtyou'd staybut I've learnedsince your comingthat perhapsI was wrong
brimmingI have a greatcapacity for loveand an equalcapacity for painand youtest the limitsof both
wontpain slides downmy back likethe hands ofa hated loverone with whomI'm so familiarthat I knowto dread his coming
lady luckyou don't understandit's not the lottery,the roulette wheel,or the blackjack tablesthe twist of fateyou've been looking foris me
ineffableMost days,I can keepthe wolves away.I hum happy tunesand pretendthey mean something.I busy my handswith mindless work,my mind withshallow routines.But some days,I can't escape.The quiet houseaches with your absence,echoes the emptinessof the years yawning before me.And when thesure knowledgethat you'll never love mecorners me in the silence,my pretense disintegrates,and I can do nothingbut weep.
exsanguinationI've lived a small life,my dreams few and hollow,strangled by fearand indecisionbut you...you were a vision full-blown,an all-encompassinghope I lovedtruly and deeplyand I never had the courage to tell you
disenchantedmy name on your lipsis a reproacha promise unkepta bed unmadea candle unlitin dark places
heartburnlove wordshide behindmy teeth likestolen penniesstashed undermy tongue untilthe taste leechesinto my bloodlike the poisonof yourforgettingI swallowthembitterlittle pillsburning likebad liquorthat turnmy heartto ash
twistersince loving him,I'm like a leaftrailing a tornadoholding my breathat every erratic shift,pulled irresistibly on,at any momenthe could turnand destroy meyet stillI can do nothingbut follow
Minimum WageI told him I'd stay.Now, in the quiet gapof night as thechildren sleep,he displays his gratitude.His body spasms in victory,muting my silence,his cry of triumphthe stake at whichI burnin shame.
The Real ThingI love good perfume.Not the cheap stuffthat smells like little girlsbut the real thingthat only a womanworth knowingcan pull off.When its scentslides downmy throat likea lover's lipsI feelbeautiful feminine sensualso I touch myselfwith fragranceevery nightbefore bedand I becomea womanworth knowingeven if no one notices but me.
Pretending to be Grown UpShe's sitting on the dirty bed,dragging from unlit cigarettes.Her fingers are curled into thepillow.Her eyes rimmed withsmudged black eyelinerand her lips a red smearshes puffing imaginary smokerings into the the reflection inthe mirror.She maybe thought she loved him,yes those words might have passedher parted lips. But they can't beheld against her, she was under theinfluence of lust.With his darksmouldering eyes and mischevioussmirk. And his crisp white button downshirts that are now patternedwith her lip print kisses.She glances with hooded eyes atthe steamy glass door of the shower.She can faintly see the outline of hisbody, muscular and masculine.A faint blush rises in her cheeksand she wraps the thin coverletcloser around her body.Her toes are painted a bright pinkand seem too innocent to belongto a body that did what she justdid.Her stomach feels hollow, likeshe just ate a huge dinner of nothing.She places on hand above hernavel to mak
Hope of HeavenI rememberthe warmth ofyour coffee-stainedbreath witha dab of cream anda half-spoon of sugar.I still hear your laughterat my crinkled nosewhen we paintedthese close walls withour dreams andSherwin Williams.I loved the smellof you on dayslike these, scented likeburning leavesand October winds.I hope heavensmells like you,for since youve gonewhere I cannotfollow,its all the hopeI have left.
rawtake backyour pretty lovewordstuck themunder yourtonguekiss meuntil my lips bloomwith bruisesscrape me rawwith yourblistering skinand scratchthis itch untilit bleeds
dissemblerwhen you sayyou dont needanyoneyoure a liar(we all need someone)what youreally meanis that youdont need me
it was hopewe haunted our own basement,lurking between couch cushionslike lost treasures from f a r a w a y pockets.you watched movies with the subtitles onbecause you said that you wanted to readthe beauty of words,but i knew that you were just scaredof not reading the story.you laughed when i looked for the starsby closing my eyes(i thought you could only see stars in the dark,but with eyes closed, i couldn't seeyou).we changed the words to songs as we sang themand counted our tomorrows with greedy fingers.i thought that i knew what naked meantuntil i saw you cry for the first time.we weren't lostbut we lived as ghosts.you told me that our love kept us alivebut i knew that it was hopefor another tomorrow.
whisperyour voice shivers throughme like breezes shakingtime-worn boughs(and I cannotresist thatancient call)slide your whispersalong skin, let themsink deep as bonebreathe my name,a fervent, sighingpsalmand I will lift myface to your sun andunfurl my limbssinging like new leavesdancing in thewarm windsof spring
janusstilettos are bad for my feet but nice for my calvesunderwires are rude to my ribs but kind to my cleavagecorsets bully my lungs but hourglass my waistline like you so good to my body but, oh, so hard on my heart
Never Will YouNever will you completely understand,That when I hug you it's more than just holding you close.It's nothing like how I would hug a friend,Or even the same as a family member or favorite pet.It's something entirely different that only happens when I'm with you.It's a hug that only our bodies are familiar with,A feeling that makes me never want to let you go.Never will you completely understand,That when I say you are handsome it means more than just you look stunning today.It doesn't mean I like the pants you are wearing,Or that I never get tired of the smell of your cologne.Yes, I happen to notice those things but when I say you are handsome,Deep down inside of me between your sexy smirk and dark mysterious eyes,That even the most beautiful things look dull compared to you.Never will you completely understand,That when I kiss your soft lips it's more than just a simple kiss.It means more than just a kind hello,And more than just a way of saying thank you for dinner.It
I Believe In UsOut of nowhere you appearedAnd you changed everythingYou taught me about loveAnd reminded me to singI believe in youI believe in meI believe that what we have...Was meant to be (meant to be)I know you love meAnd I'll always love youThat's never going to changeFor our love is trueI believe in youI believe in meI believe that what we have...Was meant to be (meant to be)How can I explain the way I feelWhen there are no words worthyOf even coming close to showing youJust how much you mean to meI believe in youI believe in meI believe that what we have...Was meant to be (meant to be)I believe in you (believe in you)I believe in me (believe in me)I believe that what we have (what we have)Was meant (meant)to be (to be..)
their kisslike a hummingbirdmotionless abovean open flowertheir lipsdid not touch.she only feltthe fluttering wingsof his soft breathecaressing her waiting petals.he hovered above her,the tip of his tonguepoised to dip,ready,but refraining.he prefered torevel and enjoythe taste of herwillingness.
Love is...Love israndom kissesand washing the disheseven when it's not your job.Love isa tiny handthat grips so tightit pulls at all your heartstringsand makes its self a little nestsafe within your arms.Love istelling a friend when they're making a mistakeand even when they hate youyou watch them from the shadowsso that you'll still be there for them,to catch them when they fall.Love issecond chances,giving time and sharing knowledgeto restore Dignity and Hopeto that girl on the corner.Love isrisking your allto save that which isn't yoursnor ever will be,or dyingso that what you love might live.Love Is.
I Hate HowI Hate How I Could Never Hate YouI hate how transferableyour words are.How your needing meto get you through the dayis a burden you can passso easily on to her.I hate howwhen you pulled awayI tried so hardto let you.How I triedto force myselfto stop caring about you.I hate howI couldn't not love you.How I'll force myselfto try again anyways.But mostly I hatehow when you read thisyou'll knowit's about you.How I don't want youto feel badabout any of it.
No Sleep TonightNo Sleep TonightIt's midnight and I have to be up soon,but I won't sleep tonight with you distracting me like this.And you're not even here,but you may as well be,if only because I haven't stopped thinking about you since I woke up.And I tried ignoring you,but my heart hurt too much,so I tried not speaking to you,and my lungs screamed in protest.Then when I tried to stop loving you I thought I might die,so I guess I'll just have to deal with not sleeping.
They Both LoveThere sits a girl, on her window sill; hair blowing in the night's whispered breeze.But she's no one's Rapunzel. Not Juliet on her balcony. Because no one's coming to collect this girl.She won't be whisked away on horse back or in her lover's arms.She's destined to sit here, wrapped in midnight's embrace until she wastes away into the endless night.The stars kiss her lips, and beg her to sleep.Tears slip down her cheeks, "But I'm waiting for him!"Every noise in the silence is hi
NeedI don't need a shoulder to cry onI have two of my ownI don't need an ear to listenI have two of my ownI don't even need a hugI have two arms of my ownBut what I do needIs a second heart to sing with mine
Give Me HopeShe was the girl with the water-logged ears and the muddled eyes, always squinting against the sunlight. She was the girl who told him that it wasn't that hard to swim, that he just had to jump in and do it. Ignore the obstacles; if you turn this way or the other, they won't be there anymore, she said. She also said she could find it in herself to fight the obstacles for him, if need be. Now, which one is the lie?He was the boy with the calloused fingers that somehow always seemed to be wrapped around hers, and every once in a while he would press his forehead to hers. To shade you from the sunlight, he said. He said that he loved her, and she would never have to fight thos
DoppelgangerI smile every timeI see him.He's begun to notice,smile back.I really have tostop this.He doesn'tunderstandthat he onlyreminds meof you.