Little ember you were a love so bright
But I didn't tend to you
And you dimmed your light
I don't ask much but I plead with all my might
Be my warm, be mine tonight

If you really love me, you'd trust me
Wouldn't you?

I've got an itch
A peculiar itch
An itch for ******
See he looks at me funny
With these bright blue eyes
I want to pluck them from their sockets
And keep them in a box
When I have his eyes I'll take the rest of him
And bury it in the backyard
So he may stay with me forever
And never leave
......
You have lovely eyes

Don't mind me
Everything is just a little too real
And you're not here for me
Don't fret now
I've gone MIA
My head'll come right
I've been like this since before I was born
So don't mind me
Or my tears
Don't mind at all

When I read a heartfelt poem
When I eat the last piece
When I stub my toe on the side of the door
When I bite my cheek
When I get wound up and in a huff
When I witness a creature die
Whenever I think about you now
I cannot help but cry.

YOU! Yes you!
With the skin!
Are you really going to put
yourself *d
                        o
                             ­    w
                                                      n­ today?
Stoop to the level
of those around you?
Or *rise from your tomb like a
fashionista from hell?
STOP
Pat your cheeks
Kiss your fingertips and take a leap
Because today is YOURS
And no one can put you back in that grave.

Poems are a lot shallower than we fear to realize

My name is my reason and reason is my aim
To make friends with my demons
and keep them all at bay
I write and I write for it is all I can do
I write what I want I don't aim to please *you

I love you sometimes
I'm living sin and heartache
The greatest web of a lie
Don't call me I won't answer
Don't text me I won't reply
Don't tell me you love me
Your heart will only break
Don't kiss me, sweetie
I make all the boys cry.

He cries
And he is even more beautiful for it

What hurts the most is because I don't know what it's like
But you do
And I'm sorry you have to know what it's like
And I am scared that one day I will too
That I will know what it's like
For someone I love to die

I press my lips to you every moment I can
The briefest of love affairs you burn so bright
And then you are gone
Before I can even catch my breath.

Rising from the ashes with a cigarette in my grasp
Stripped bare for all to see
A birthmark on my ****
Simmering in the embers of a relationship too burnt to reignite
A scar of the 3rd degree
A tear falling every night
I am to recover and be better off than you'll ever know
Despite the beauty of rebirth
We all rise from ashes
And it hurts more than we bear to show

I remember so much that I forget
The same story I've told over and over again
How we met
That time I made a complete fool of myself
My dream I had 5 years ago
Everything
Because I'm worried I might forget
What made me happy and why
So I'll tell you over and over
Until the day I
Can't anymore because not only am I
scared
That I'll forget
But that you'll forget what we've
done
What we did before we became
one
Because sometimes
I repeat myself
But please don't be mad at me
I'm only forgetting
I told you
So we never forget
to remember
That we were always meant to be

She was Precocious
This girl knew what she was doing
She was smart enough
to act stupid
She was brave enough
to act afraid
And she was strong enough
to act weak.
She was wise enough to choose carefully
She was so particular about everything
She hit puberty sooner than every other girl in primary school
And her body
was doing her head in.
Her hormones kicked in too young
Her cravings were there before her peers gave up on believing in "cooties"
She had strong beliefs
An open mind
And a pulse in her ***** by the age of 9.
Some say Precocious
Others say she was "too intelligent for her own good."
She knew too much
She was emotional
and deeply understanding.
She had herself figured out and could hold an adult conversation
by the age of 11.
She was molested at 12 and ***** at 13.
This girl was a broken girl.
To "fix" this tear she sought someone she trusted to give her virginity to the night of her undoing
Years on she doesn't regret it.
But she does regret letting that so called best friend pin her down and ******.
But she chose who she gave her virginity to
It was the bravest thing she could have ever done and she knows it.
This girl is 17
She got lost in bad relationships and didn't know where her heart was anymore
Now she understands love and its comfort
and how it is the easiest thing to maintain and enjoy
and how it doesn't get in the way but instead is that warm thing she can come home to every night.

So yes, I grew up fast

And if you think I am foolish, moody, stupid,
absent minded and just like everyone else my age
Be my guest
Because I'm only enjoying being myself
And I can grow a pair and grow up
in less than a
second.

I am **Precocious

Cheery eyed Mary knew exactly what she was doing
Her cheeks were red with the rush
The young girl was only 10 when she started *******
And only older men could make her blush
x

You weren't made for your body
This vessel isn't right for you
Not when your heart is as pure as spring water
And your skin is no where near as clear
Your laughter carries so sweet behind gnarly teeth
And your kindness is hidden behind eyes so red
You just want to be loved
But your arteries are too blocked and your hands are cold
Your lumps your bumps your bad acne
It stops people from seeing the beauty inside
of you and me

Anti-depressants are like prescribing a cure for a *******

I'm not here to impress you,
I'm not here to censor my beliefs
and ****,
I'm not here to write about you
or myself,
I'm not here to always say
what I want you to know,
I'm not here to tell lies,
I'm not here to tell the truth either,
I'm not here to read
your *******,
I'm not here to write
******* for you,
But I am here to tell it like it is,
And can you blame me?

Don't be so bitter last love of mine
It wasn't a lie or a waste of time
You taught me much about who I am
And more about who I am not
I am no *****, no criminal, no thot
But I am worthy of love and lust and touch
You taught me to be gracious and grateful and kind
You taught me to love someone like me
That wasn't you now I can see
But it's not like it wasn't meant to be
So don't be bitter last love of mine
Time will mend you have her and I have wine
Speak ill as you will I can't stop what you do
But I have learnt to forgive
and so should you