It’s a double meaning that gets me in trouble,
a word and feeling I don’t intend.
Yet, that’s what you hear when I am speaking.
No words could mean love when you feel you don’t deserve it,
but that’s not fault of mine.
It’s you who twists my thoughts and words, manipulating my
I didn’t say what you think I said.
I didn’t mean what you think I meant.
And with that you base your anger on manipulating me.
The sand is painless as it falls on my shoulders,
sprinkling me with loving moments and memories.
It piles up around me making sandcastles of my childhood.
I wait for the water to wash it away but it never comes.
The people around me play carelessly, yet I wait as the sand keeps falling.
How come they can’t see the restrictions of this glass house and falling prison.
As time is against us they don’t seem to care that the castles are growing.
As it piles around us, they keep having fun, oblivious to whats to come,
but I know what awaits us as the sand piles up.
The grains of our relationship keep and it’s only a matter of time before we
are buried from the hate you call love.
I’m tired of saying sorry. Continue reading Pleading Not Guilty
What is this pain I feel ripping through my chest.
Continue reading In Spite of You
I say FEMINIST;
You think MAN-HATER. Continue reading Unsubscribed
The Way We Move
A sway of the hips,
a little interesting.
A seat on their lap,
a little more.
Lips on one’s cheek,
faces all rouged.
Hands in their hair,
Necks all bruised.
every line and curve,
as I patiently wait for you
to build up enough nerve
to ask for what you want.
I want to share what I’ve got!
Just remember to ask,
because I’ll have you know,
consent is sexy, but
only green light means go.
The Way We Slept
In each other’s arms,
groped by the other’s figure.
We were closely intertwined,
but we never rested long enough to close our eyes.
The Way We Touched
Your arm stretched out across my shoulders.
Your eyes looking at me.
You want something.
I want to share,
only difference is, you don’t ask.
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My feet pound against the ground, Continue reading Heavy
I wait. Continue reading Starvation
One step forward,
two steps back,
trying to keep this relationship intact. Continue reading Waltzing
This poem is about a panic attack I had at my workplace when a known child abuser touched my hand. I don’t quite remember what happened, only that I was so disgusted that I was left horrified when she gave me her change. If I was so scared, how must her children feel?