How I Feel

I feel like a ticking bomb, a girl who’s unaware of why she feels how she does every day. I feel brokenhearted but I’ve never been in love. I feel sad as I laugh and cry. I feel rejected from all my goodbyes. I love to dance, let things go. I want be a writer,…

eyes

Intoxicating Careless movements You make me feel this way You make me peel, unravel on the floor Your shoes piled up By the door You fall, tumbling over You make me seem small But All that you miss Is now broken

Numb

Hollow glass Empty moonlight Dancing by the edge Hanging by a ledge This is nothing This is me everyday And that’s what hurts most to say

Heart breaker

Hearts hang on strings Attached to a woman’s fingertips They droop and drip Splashing the water They dance in the night sky Shadows abundant

Wall

Beauty, soul of an angel Hearts racing, hearts divine Red smears boxes Drips like stripes Stripes of solitude Imagine it all done it time Shoes scraping concrete Concrete one hundred feet high

Images

Some reflect perfection Edited versions of the truth Half shown spotlights Shine for a minute They glimmer and soon disappear

Day by Day

When the day rolls over Folding inwards before reaching out Crystals of trembling anxiety dance in our eyes When the day rolls over I sing with my ears I dance with my eyes You don’t know me well enough To know that when I crumble I feel it in my heart I feel it in…

Sunny

Summer frightens a girl Lost without wisdom Broken from poise Distraught in addiction

Babies

Born with no ego Born with a soul Born with no lover Born with no toll

Exposed

I’m comfortable in my restlessness An ocean drifting with the waves I’m okay with being sad I understand there’s nothing wrong with feeling Except my hearts been ripped from my chest And place upon billboards For everyone to see but no one cares They only laugh A bitter laugh

New

There’s nothing wrong with being emotional Fragments of ourselves on our faces There’s nothing strange with my cries Except you in the mirror I don’t dance because I like it but because there’s nothing else to do We call our sins on our telephones Deep into dawn We whisper heartaches tears into the receiver Until…

Counting

There’s two of us Both of us We sit in a strangers house, A vacant house, Not our house There’s three of us Pain and rejection sit in our heads We sit in a hotel room Because there is no home for us There’s four of us While I was only blooming, Before divorce papers…