T W E N T Y

Twenty days until I kiss you,

Twenty days until I hold you in my arms,

Twenty days more to miss you,

Twenty nights that will seem too long,

Twenty days until I feel the curve of your body,

Twenty days until I feel your heat,

Twenty days until your fingers are laced with mine,

Twenty days until I am complete.

Read Between The Lines

I wonder what you'll think

Can you figure this one out?

Talk to me behind my back

In and around the town

Evasive speak, I still understand

Ways that you still love me

To make you wish you were still around

Make you wish you had me

You never know just what to do

Hear that train a-coming?

What the fuck you gonna do?

I think I'd get to running.

Don't think that you'll escape me

Say something to my face

Three Fold

Your beautiful words leave me breathless,

When you speak to me, I forget to breathe,

There's not enough words in the english language to say

That you've got me down on my knees.

I'm sure you could articulate it better,

If you felt the same way, that is,

But truth be told,

I love you three fold,

And that's the best that I've got to give.

Abstract Art

I would love to be up for interpretation,

Like I was a beautiful abstract at a gallery,

People would stop and breathe me in thinking,

"God, it's so beautiful," taking with me which parts they chose,

They could break me apart piece by piece and I wouldn't be offended

At the end of the day, I would still be art, I would still be beautiful

They do that to me now, but it's not the same,

Breaking me down, piece by piece,

Talking about me like I'm not there,

Staring me down and hating my colors,

"God, she's so disgusting," picking apart which things they hate,

I am offended because at the end of the day,

I'm not a painting or a sculpture,

I'm a human.

I Come From A Different Planet

I don't think that I'll ever be enough,

The blood I spill for you is tainted and you can't see it's worth,

My words will never convey the true meaning of my feelings

and my tears will never carry their own weight in salt,

This planet makes me feel alienated as I trudge along,

Working towards wondering who will use me,

You make my blood boil with your curiosity

and the way you knock on my door,

If I wanted to be heard, I would speak,

If I wanted to be seen, I would open my eyes

and if I wanted to live, I wouldn't risk my life

Just For You

Broken.

Shattered.

Fucked up.

Nearly grounded, except when my head is in the clouds.

I will never be your everything, I cannot be there for you.

If it wasn't for the way I am, I may actually be a decent human being,

My blood and my tears, my words and my fight,

They are never enough to get you through,

I won't try any longer,

I can't be any stronger,

I won't fight any harder,

Just.

For.

You.

Not A Toy

I put this plastic bag over my head to contain the air I was losing;

I don't think it worked.

I ended up suffocating as thoughts of you turned in my mind a hundred times,

If you saw me like this, naked, with a plastic bag over my head

My first concern would be that I'm fully clothed and you can still see through me

Your eyes burn like lava, coursing through me carelessly to parts I've tried to hide,

But still, you smile, unfazed by the nude and pleased only with yourself,

In situations such as these, I try to bury my head in the sand,

I fight the urge, wondering if you'll still think of me sane,

And because I still have a plastic bag over my head

From the inside I see nothing, just my breath getting shallow,

I start to wonder if you're still there as the world starts to narrow and my eyes cross,

I read the words backwards, trying to maintain focus and wonder if you think I'm coy,

I wonder just who they are speaking to with their fine print on every bag,

The last words that I ever read were pointed to my heart, "this is not a toy"