Rusty

It's a dark and cold world out there
Seems there's no one to trust
And what little I have left
Has begun to rust
in these blood covered hands
Where I ripped out my heart
After falling for You.

One Word Was All

Be careful what you say to someone.
You never know what one word
What one statement
They will remember for the rest of their life.

some simple comment
one simple compliment
that degrading remark

You never know how much
it could possibly affect
the paths they choose to take.

the end

Why do I feel this way
...still?
I just sit here and cry
(but I'd never admit that to you)
I didn't love him
We both knew that
But I don't know why I'm
still sitting here looking through
tear blurred eyes.

All I can do is write...
How I wish I could call
How I wish I could stop by
(and let you wrap me in your arms)
Neither of us do the 2nd time around thing
...And that's not what I want.
I just want you.

Why?

I Like Books That Make Me Cry

I like books that make me cry,
They evoke sufficient emotion.

Maybe I'm a little too much like Emma Bovary.

I'd never kill myself, though.
but, someone else...sure.
If I can gut a deer, I
can also skin you, too.
My heart is deep.

Deep and black

I don't show it to most
Only those few who need to fear me.

You're My Friend?

I feel so detached
From everything
I have to stop and chat
with everyone
This way I have friends
visually, at least
It fills my small space
set aside
for daily social abilities