“We live in a society where I am a crazy bitch for going to any lengths to keep you away from me.”

Your silence speaks in waves I am trying to not drown in my own thoughts let alone yours.

And when I pour myself unafraid like the shatter had a purpose I become the wave.

I gave names to all my disorders to humanize the pain.

You were poetry in a dark hallway whispering to know me in a psychotic way the way your neck tattoos straddle my throat I’m envious of every girl you’ve ever known.

Talking to you wrecks me because it is a glimpse into what I could have had if only.

Dry throat on the days I’d rather just watch the candle burn.

I want my cake and to eat it too but bulimia runs rampant and she is a fucking bitch.

If nothing else you have inspired me to write beautiful poetry if nothing else I bring words to the table with me.

Loneliness has taught me more things about myself than love ever has.

I love you I’m just trying not to wear my heart on my text messages.

We are survivors we glisten in the sun for all the nights I died alone I did not know another woman carried my song and it is beautiful now look what we have become.

Writing spiteful poetry in a chapel I realized I have to love you no matter what you do.

I do not want my worth to be centered in men with fangs for teeth I do not deserve to be degraded in a leather seat my worth is powerful you will never take that away from me.

Can anybody hear me? Are my words going to waste I need to believe there was a purpose to all the pain?

Sex is not a map to me anymore I am more than my physical body.

I fought my way through plastic men the woman in me learned how to show her teeth no matter how fucking unladylike they say it makes me.

We broke away from each other like clouds after a storm. But the sun never reappeared for me and I don’t know what to do with all this rain.

May God keep you away from the venom of the cobra, the teeth of the tiger, and the revenge of the Afghans.

Whatever I feel is not a choice, but dwelling on it is, so I stand up and walk and walk and walk a w a y.

Fellow, stand away from my diagram.

I pushed you away like the ocean does to the tides, but we always come back together whether it rains or shines.

Its easier to say love doesn’t come to you rather than explaining why you push it away.

Some go, some stay, but, darling, I wish you never go away.

My mind is never where it needs to be and doesn’t tell me where it goes it runs away one window to the next looking for you.