The Death of MeI hold on to youLike a murderess holds her knife:Close enough to conceal the weapon,And tight enough to slice my skin.You are the alcohol in a glassThat my body downs in gulps:Enough to quench the dying thirst,And enough to poison the still living parts of me.You're the bullet of a gunWhose trigger I repeatedly pull:The gun does not kill me,But you still do.You're the disease that poisonsMe inside out;The more I try to rid myself of you,The farther your hands reach.You're the ink in my penWhich I continue to useDespite the factThat I know it can't help me.I'm too far gone,And you are too strong.So I know that youWill be the death of me.Goodbye world,And goodbye knives.Goodbye hatred, dishonesty,And goodbye betrayal.That's all the world is made of anyway.
ReasoningI don't pray to sleepAnd not wake in the morningBecause of a promise to youI never fulfilled.(Don't flatter yourself.)I bleed to rememberThat I am still aliveI do it becauseMy tears are not enoughTo remind meOf the pain I haveOr the atrocities I have endured.I don't destroy myselfTo die.I die becauseI can't destroy myself.
Lose My MindSome think I haveLost my mind,And I'm certifiablyInsane.I'd love to loseMy mind today!Then, what could youHaunt?
DancingMost people that dieDo it and goAs if choreographedFor a dance recital.So I don't know whyI'm here.I must have missedThe dress rehearsal,Because my shit is notChoreographed.So many goToo young. Unready!When I would gladly giveMyself for them.And that's not brave.That's cowardly.But I'm so beyond finished,I don't even give a damn.So I pivot when I should plié,And I straddle when I should split,And I twirl so much that I don't know where I am!And I'm not even a dancer.But I would give my lifeFor someone else's.I know that for a fact.So judge me, hate me,Cut me and stab me.You can't do any worse to meThan I've done to myselfWhilst dancing.
The Rustling and the LanternProud and confidentShe carried the lantern.Her chin held highShe pranced to face the world.But the world was so far!And she walked with feetThat were bare as the restOf her body.She slowed her paceAnd listened to the forestWhen she beganTo hear a rustle.She raised her lanternAnd squinted her eyes,But saw nothing.So she ran.Her naked bodyFloated through the forestAway from the scaryRustles.Once the noisesStopped scaring the girl,She stopped runningTo catch her breath.But the noise cameToo quickly to her,And,quiet easily,Turned off the lantern...
MirrorSometimes I thinkYou are my enemyThat I must somehowDefeat.But I know I willNot see you again,So how may youBe blamed?I constantly searchFor another to blame,But my options are somewhatLimited.So I look in the mirrorTo find second best,And the scapegoat's hornsNearly burst from the glass.Some thinkI'm blaming myself!But that is beyondUntrue.I can't blame me(Trust me, I've tried)But I can certainly blame the mirrorFor being so damn fragile.
Soap In The ShowersThe soap in the showersIs so important to meBecause its effectsAre blinding.With soap stinging at my eyes,I feel like it seeps to my skull.I can pretendThat it's cleansing my mind.I can trick my mindInto believing it is cleanUntil I open my eyesAnd they are still blue...
The CordI want to askIf the inevitable has happened.Has the cord finally been cut?But, as I hang on toThe frayed thin cord,I realize I don't want to know.Because as soon as the cordIs cut between us,I know I'll fall off the cliff.
I KnowA stranger so new,So alienated! It's true!But as we stand here together,I know I've known you forever.I know your entire story,And how much you love Toy Story.I know you like the color blue,And like your hair cut short too.I know you prefer dogs,And, with your mom, you often jog.I know you love your trumpet to death,And hate sitting in class reading Macbeth.I know you'd rather throw your frisbee outsideThan (try) to titrate potassium iodide.I know you better than you know yourself!But I sit here now, on hour the twelfth,And realize what I don't know:Will you ever love me again?