I want to be somebody's somebody
To love and be loved
To trace the lines of my somebody's hand as their fingers intertwine with mine
I want to be somebody's forever
Not just somebody's for now
I want to kiss my somebody's lips
And taste eternity on their breath
I want to give myself to somebody
And know that I'll be safe
To receive my somebody's heart
And keep it in my secret place
For my eyes only
Is my somebody out there?
Does my somebody exist?
Or like love itself
Is my somebody a myth?

To the brown skin girl with the milk and honey thighs
With the rips in her tights
And the fear in her eyes
With the low cut top
With the push up bra
And the bruised neck
With the tired arms
With the short skirt
With the five inch heels
And the pills in her drink
Too tired to think
Too scared to sleep
She was a victim of her own beauty

Because in his eyes
She was a slave
And he slave master
And one way or another she would bow before him
He dissected her with his eyes
Cutting away her say in the matter
She was his
Or so he was taught
Just a man being a man
The vicious cycle starts over again

The night we met
Was a part of fate's design
And the stars shone morse code in the sky
A message for our hearts only
When you got close I breathed in all of your delicate intricacies'
And though it pains me
I hold on to that breath
Refusing to let one part of you escape from my lips
You are my best kept secret

Run away with me love
Stuff your bag with your hopes and dreams
And leave fear and regret behind you
Run to the ocean
Where we will play like children
Let the salty sea
Wash your soul clean
Of any doubt
Because we
Were always meant to become us
Run to the mountains
Where we will grow old together
Taking our time till there is none left
Let the whispering wind
In the hollows of the trees
Carry our insecurities
Far beyond our reach


I want to lie naked and exposed holding you
While through tears you tell me about the struggles you've had in life
And how you don't know if you could love someone enough
To be somebody's wife
Let me heal those secret scars
And love you back to life

The night we met
Was part of fate's design
A prayer answered
A love divine.

She sits
Eyes glued open
And lips sewn shut
A painted on smile
It'll last for awhile
Waiting and watching
Waiting and watching

She has not time for life
No desire for earthly things
Pulled through by her master
A doll on puppet strings

Her existence is almost meaningless
She's a wallflower of sorts
Always seeing
But never speaking
No one's ever heard her voice
She smiles and waves politely
Pretending she's a mime
Never guessing that her audience was potentially blind

When she left she took us with her
Every soul she never touched
Every passer by
Averted eye
That saw she had no choice

In the end all she wanted
Was a chance to be free
And chance to feel
A chance to dance
A chance to be seen
To the porcelain doll on puppet strings
I see you
I hear you
You have made a friend in me
So clip your strings
Close your eyes
And dance.

The first time I shot dope
My mind bended
Transcended
This ******* existence
I rose out of my skin
And took a good look in side of myself
I elevated
I saw everything at once
Evaporated
And allowed myself to become nothingness

The first time snorted speed
I watched my entire life flash before my eyes
And got bored
I felt the vibrations and manipulations of every neurotransmitter in my brain
Went literally insane
Chasing rain drops
Off of roof tops
Because I believed I could fly
Or at least that somebody would catch me

The first time I smoked ****
I got so lost in my own metaphysical thought
That they had to send someone in after me
My sticky fingers cradling a bowl like an infant
As my cotton lined tongue spewed insightful nonsense about homelessness
And they laughed at me
Didn't they know I was changing the world?

The first time I drank
The warmth of whiskey cover my body like a blanket
I felt safe in his arms
And for the first time I could be someone other than myself
Many keys can open the gateway to hell

For years
These friends of mine beat my body black and blue
And I would crawl to them
****** and bruised
Begging for more
And to this day
I still miss them
I hear them calling to me
Pulling me back into their game
And a part of me
Still wants to play

We are the jagged jigsaw puzzles with the missing pieces
The Barbie dolls that can only see themselves in fun house mirrors
The G.I Joes that only want to wear pink
The puppets that pull against their strings
The dream houses in the ghetto
We are the paper air planes that struggle to fly straight
The deck of cards with the pycho 8s
We are the toys in the box that everybody hates
We slip through the cracks in the careless fingers of young boys and girls
We are the gifts at Christmas that did not make the list
We are the birthday rejects
The easy to forget
The clutter underneath your bed
We are veterans of every garage sale, donation pile, and trash bin
For all you want is to be rid of us
So we'll go
We'll run away to candy land and snort pixie sticks looking for a sugar high
We'll stop comparing ourselves to other toys
We'll laugh with each other
And for the first time in our lives
We'll play.