From my toes to my head:
I paint,
I stubb,
I shave,
I scrape,
I procreate,
I digest,
I flow,
I breathe,
I break,
I beat,
I crane,
I kiss,
I sniff,
I see,
I think.

Vines creep up the old church downtown.
No one goes there, and no one cares.
The city mows the very edge of the property,
and posts a sign saying,
“KEEP OUT, DANGEROUS!”
but only because they have to.
The kids mock the crumbling building,
as the foundation cracks,
the ceiling sags,
and water trickles in through the broken windows.

Everyone ignored the tragically beautiful building
until the day it collapsed.
With a groan,
the building hurtled thousands of miles an hour
in the opposite direction of the other buildings around town.
It’s neighbors cried,
as they mourned the building they did so little to help.
The town buzzed with the news for a few days,
and crews hauled away the wreckage.
And not too long after,
everyone forgot about the beautiful church downtown.

Now think of this, listener.
This building wasn’t a building at all,
but a young girl.
Who took her life,
because no one cared until it was
too late.

I remember the days when silence was perfect.
Silence was soft,
and it said
“Shhh, go to sleep. You’re safe with me.”

Now I listen to loud music,
and talk about nothing for hours
just to fill in the spaces that lack sound.

Today, silence attacks me.
Silence is sharp,
and scary,
and loud,
as it says,
“Don’t sleep. You’re not good. No one cares. Just be done.”

Silence is now a greater threat than the darkness it has always been by its side.

"Will you **** me?",
I asked as he ran his hands
Down my legs.
He leaned over,
Kissed me,
And left.
I suppose his answer,
Was yes.

I am the finest of jewels
Plucked from the earth,
shaped by the master,
and polished by the lovers.
Who kissed my cold edges,
whispered, goodbye,
and threw me into the cold,
deep,
and dark.
And that is where
I remain.

I am tired.
But I do not need rest.
I am weary,
But I do not need guided.
I am dying,
But I do not need saving.
I am lonely,
But I do not need you.
I am lost,
But I need not be found.
I am trying
And crying,
And running about rampant.
But I am at peace.

*******.
You gave the world
to my shriveled soul,
and ripped it away.
Now I am left
with the ruins
of a city,
criss crossing
my skin.
*******.

**** me.
I stumbled into
your life,
your world.
I waltzed in,
and took it all
for granted.
I fell too hard,
too fast.
I put my guard down.
**** me.