The Other Woman

We can talk for hours or minutes,
Seconds or days.
It has always been this way,
Ever since I dropped by your work
On my way back from a concert.
Later, we're at your house
And you kiss me,
I react to your touch more than
I have to anyone else's.
Somehow you slipped through walls
That I had thought unbreachable.
That scared me so I chased you off,
Hoped and feared you hated me.

Now I have a boyfriend,
He says he loves me, and treats me with care.
Then he wants to fuck all the time
And I'm tired and I have to be up at 7:30.
I let him touch me so I can go back to sleep.

You shattered your leg and you should be dead,
Doped up on Vicodin, you ask someone else out.
You still hate me and she accepts.
We don't talk for a long time.

Now you message me,
"Things aren't going so good," you say.
We start talking again.
I missed you, but I can't say it.
We talk for a long time, a couple of months,
Then you invite me over.

We sit and watch TV and drink,
We talk, and laugh,
We remember how things used to be,
Before I got scared.
We fall into bed with each other
And when morning comes
Neither of us tell.
We see each other once a week now.

Now it's a month or so later.
Now my boyfriend is jealous and he won't tell me,
Throws a tantrum whenever I forget something.
He makes me cry and you listen.
Now your girlfriend is tearing you apart,
You don't want to hurt her
So I listen and try to mend the chaos she causes.
We keep falling into bed with each other.
I am the Other Woman.

Summer

The stars are chips of ice
Scattered across black velvet
In the dark night skies.
It is summer
And night is warm.
A firefly lights my skin,
My very own star,
Before it flies away again.
Things are okay in this moment,
Nothing is wrong
And the cold, empty, hungry darkness
That live inside me is quiet for now.
I am at peace,
Lying in the tall grass
Looking up at the stars.
The crickets play for me,
Quiet when I first laid down,
But now they are use to me
And they are louder than my
Heaviest music.
No one can find me here,
In this place.
I am safe here,
At least for tonight.
A cool breeze caresses my face,
Drifting over my skin,
Familiar as a lover.
I relax under it's touch
And my eyes drift closed.
I feel beautiful in the darkness
On this night.
One of many
In the
Summer.

So Many Dead Letters

So many dead letters dance across
So many dead pages dance,
The letters into words, meaningless,
Unless their ink turn to blood.
I won’t be
What you want me to be,
I won’t ever fucking change,
I won’t ever fit in this life that you have envisioned for me,
I won’t ever be the you that you never got to be.
I have my own mind now,
I have my own life now,
So you can take back the ones you forced me into.
Unlock these chains,
Unlock these manacles,
Unlock this collar.
Let me be free
For the first time
In Eternity.

Breaking Point

Why does everything
Feel like it's ending?
Twisting,
Writhing,
Bending,
Breaking.

A circle,
A chain,
A never-ending cycle.

Birth
And Death.

Love
And Hate.

Serenity
And Rage.

A circle,
A chain,
This never-ending cycle.

A circle,
A chain,
Forever winding.

So why does everything
Feel like it's ending?

Gilded Chains

Your wings carry- carried-
The weight of misfourtunes,
'Til they shattered
From that terrible weight.

Now your feet shall
Never leave this ground,
This cursed and tainted soil.
And what your wings once bore
So mine now do as well.

Now I hear
What you once heard,
Those cries of pain,
Those cries of fear,
Those cries of the lost, the abandoned.

Now I see
What you once saw,
Those bruised and battered faces,
Those invisible and forgotten faces.

Now I feel
What you once felt,
Those wounds that weep the crimson tears,
Those bones broken by the angered fist.

On that day,
So long, long ago,
That day the light left your skyed eyes,
That day you lost your
Wings,
Your freedom.

That terrible, horrible day,
That day you wings turned to dust,
That day you lost the memories as well.

You lost those memories,
Shoved them in a blackened closet,
So far away,
Is that corner of your minded soul.

You've locked that door,
You've lost that key,
And now you see
These chains,
These gilded iron links,
Now you see these chains
As freedom.

Tell Me Why

Why such a sad face, love?
Why such sad eyes?
Why such a dark and cloying
Shadow over your heart?

Why so many scars, love?
Why so many tears?
Why such a flat and dead
Voice?

Where have you gone,
So far that you cannot return
To me, love?

To far to the darkness?
To far to the mist?
To far from the light
Of the lightning,
Of the moon?

Why won't you tell, love?
Tell me, love?
Tell me why you are so sad,
So afraid,
So that I may try to help,
Try to heal.

I remember, long ago
It seems now,
Though in truth
Not that long, a month at most.
I remember the one I loved,
The one whose eyes always smiled.

Now those smiling eyes
Are tired, red from crying.
Now there are scars
Running up your arms.

Tell me, love!
Please, my love,
Tell me why you hurt,
Tell me why you cry,
Tell me why!
You injure me, love.

Burns and cuts,
Clove cigarettes and razorblades,
So much pain.
Let it go, love.
Let it go and stay.

Stay whole and healthy,
Unaddicted to that rush,
That pain,
That blood.

I know, love,
You know I know.
I know how addicting it is.
That pain, it hurts at first,
It stings, but then the chemicals rush
Through the brain,
Channels away the pain,
Makes you high.

I know the blood looks
So beautiful,
Glinting black in the moon's light,
Crimson running down
Pale skin,
Pale from being hidden from the sun,
Hidden because of the scars,
That macabre ladder.

I know how you feel,
Just not why.
Everyone has their reasons,
Different and alike.
I know how you feel, love,
Just not why.

Romano Drom

To each their own life,
Long and winding,
To each their own road,
Long and winding.

I've known you for
To short a time, love,
Perhaps
A mile or two.

But in those miles
Something changed,
My heartbeat changed,
Sped and slowed,
Beating with yours, love.

We've laughed,
We've joked,
We've tormented,
We've shared the same
Teachers and times,
But never the same
Road.

Bahtalo drom, love,
Follow a good road, love,
Follow your own
And never let anyone
Drag you to theirs.
Bahtalo drom, love,
Follow your own.