Sparkling tears
Shiny and bright
washing away the sorrow you most graciously gave to me
No longer drenched in the grimy pain
I love you too, rain.

Can you erase what you did to me?
Emotional abuse?
All the pain and the rage?
And could you pencil in
some trace of love?

We are, we are.
But I'm not, and I never will be.
But you are and he is
and so is she.

There's a riot in my head
Taking over my thoughts
Sweeping over me
Controlling what I do
Commanding what I say
Silence on the outside
Screaming on the inside, just waiting to blow.

My god, he's gorgeous.
His smile puts the stars in the sky.
But I suffer from girlnextdooritis.
I'll always be his best friend.
Just his best friend.
Because God knows I can't compete with his blonde, leggy girlfriend.

They're brown.
Earth-colored, if you will.
With a slight tinge of green, if you hang around long enough.
But there's more.
There's history, of a tragic sort.
I doubt you'll stay around long enough,
To watch everything unravel.

6 letters.
I'm not some Nabokov beauty.
Well, technically, by age, yes.
I don't go for the older sort.
It was a term of endearment,
But now, it's pure rage.

5'3".
I have a tiny frame. Smaller than most.
I'm not intimidating.
You can pick me up, and throw me down.
(Though I'd prefer you wouldn't.)

32.
Battle wounds. They tell my story.
All over.
Wrists, forearms.
Thighs, hips, ankles.
It's too easy.

13 years.
13 years filled with pain and insanity.
Filled to the brim with memories.
Terrifying memories of watching *****-induced tirades.
They were so oblivious to my cold breath.

There's a hell, darling.
It's in you.
Your perfectly coiffed hair
hides a mind so evil,
the Antichrist should be scared.

There's a hell, darling.
It's in you.
Behind your beautiful blues,
Are intentions so cruel.

There's a hell, darling.
It's in you.
With your sparkling tan, and your Tiffany necklace,
No one would suspect a heart with hate filled to the brim.