I have to write almost everyday
These poems are all that's left
Of my damaged, aching core
I have to write what these lips can't say

I write when I want to see you
When I need you to appear
I write when I've said too much
About the way you left me here
Made my emotions a little too clear

These words have kept me alive
Through all the long days
And all the sad little ways
You killed me just a bit sooner

Mess

He begs so desperately for eyes on him, yet speaks of no detection. All the while his life is slowly sliding. Faltering at ease, with little fighting. They walk hand and hand, forming an unknown conspiracy. The other seen as they are, but never what it could be. Songs repeated by the beating of hearts, it sounds right, I'll give you that much. But that much wont keep you alive for long. Kiss her now, for when you find her lips cold, that's when you'll know. He drinks the last of her with no chaser. He'd rather be drunk on her, then look at her sober. What a mess. When will he ever learn?

I am... I will

I am...
A woman. A beautiful woman with respect for herself and other women who respect themselves. A friend. To you no matter what, even when you are not a friend to me. A lover. Always. A fighter. When I find something worth fighting for. Giving. Of myself, sometimes overly so.

I will...
Always stand up for what I believe in. Never sway in my beliefs just because it isn't the "popular" opinion. Never give up. Never settle. Never turn my back on you, even when you have turned your back on me. Stand up for you. Stand beside you. Believe in you. Respect you. Hold you up when you can stand no more. Fight for you when you have no fight left.

Smiles

There comes a point in ones life where you reflect on a few things. You realize who matters and who doesn't. Who always will and who maybe never really did. You may find that some of your friends were really just people passing through your life who you maybe weren't as good of friends with as you thought. People you once thought were deserving of your trust you find to be the most untrustworthy people you know. Some people come through for you when you least expect it and lift your spirits when maybe you didn't even realize they were down. Every person I've ever been friends with has left some semblance of themselves in me. Some of them have inspired me and some have forced me to see the reality of how cruel people can really be.

I hope that when you reach that point in your life you have as many wonderful friends to look back upon as I have.

Promise?

Goals, hopes, dreams... dim memories.
Blown away with the promises broken.
Dark saddened eyes. Blurred with tears.
Empty except for the painful scars borne; loves history.

No brightly lit hope envisioned. Futures crumble when trust is lost.
Hurt souls partitioned. Swooned by appeal and haunted by past.
Numbness lured.
Apologies made, never bought.
Uncertainty swirling. Security missed; Price paid turned out to be far more costly.

One wish, for release? Of crimes or punishment.
Words written, spoken, promises made. Promises broken.