Breast or Chest?

She was slender with 34 B sized cups,
And he was gangly as a gargoyle.
She had full red lips,
While he hid bulk under his ‘I didn’t do it!’ t-shirt.
She struck with words,
He struck with fists,
Out of both, she hurt the most.
“Mommy, can’t God just change me to a boy?”
No, you were condemned to a life of size-twos and frilly pom-poms,
Yet you fought so hard till you broke.
Everyday, coming home, hand over stomach,
Heart filled with tears.
“mommy, I wish God made me a boy.”
Words I now know bit at her.
But words I rolled out with dry heaves and bloody-tissues.
“This is how a girl should be”
Tea parties with chipped china,
And pants stained by grass.
This is who I wanted to be,
To defy the ‘girl code’
To be the boy,
I knew I would never
Become.

Blood Scar

You came to me with scars decorating your wrists,
So who to blame?
Don’t tell me it’s not your fault.
Don’t try and fool yourself.
It wont work on me.
I know a liar when I see one.
I should know.
The bloody sheets,
curtains that have witnessed your shame.
They all speak to me for you.
No need to open your mouth,
You actions say it all.

Good student

I don’t understand,
Why you endure this torture.
What crime have you done?

You are a great student,
So why now are you falling?
It all makes no sense.

Throat closed up, hands tight,
Breath held in, I say ‘good-bye’,
Eyes shut, the curtains close.

Dried up, dried out now,
This is no place for a child.
Your time has not come.

You don't want this answer

“Don’t try and talk to her, she won’t answer.”
Yes, I will answer.
I will answer with a chorus of screams,
And a hell fold of lashing tongues.
They won’t be answers you want to hear,
But those answers are the answers you’ll get.

My. Ending.

You are my lover,
my friend,
and everyday I think I'm falling more and more in-love with you.
I want you to hold me,
hide me.
I love you so much my heart screams it.
I feel like I'm ablout to explode.
I can't sleep at night because thoughts of you fill my head.
You have captured my heart on every way.
To tell you honestly,
I'm afraid.
Afraid that one day I'll screw up,
and that I'll lose you forever.
I'm scared of my temper,
and my self-control.
I want you to love me and hold me close.
Please hold me closer.
I love you so much.
Please just hold me closer.


This is thanks to Joker Rose (jokerrose.blogspot.com) he told me i should personilze it mre, any ideas?? thanks.

Metallic Salt

Hello little girl,
with eyes made by tears,
porcelain lips of red,
and the face of shattered glass.
Do you feel your pain?
Do you understand your reality?

Don't worry, little girl,
it's not like I see.
See your pain,
your suffering.
Chipped nails of cheerful red with blood stained arms that scream,
"Come back to me".
Blade to your wrists,
your body screams in desire for more silver metal.

"To taste the lips of Lucifer"
they say to you, with eyes glazed over by lust for more bloodshed.
I want to save you from metallic red,
keep that salt from flowing away.
I want you in one piece,
alive and here by me,
for whom else will I trust when you are gone?