4 Star Review

It's a little bit La Femme Nikita

A little bit lesbian

And a little bit heartbreaking in the end.

I wanted my villain to win

I wanted the girl to get the girl

To live chaotically ever after

The End.

Lost

What is lost in our steady decline
Is not written on the skin in prose
Or felt in the bones and their grinding decay
It is in the slow and sudden loss of anticipation
For things just beyond our ken.
So lost are we in practical things
We forget the magic we hold within
And the world that knows us tomorrow
Will never guess the wonders
Throbbing beneath our skin
Or the secret places we once saw everywhere.
It is essential to never lose such wonder,
But every trudging day, it slips farther away
Until suddenly we are all grown up.

Fragments

This is all I have for you,

Fragments of a larger work

That I may never do.

Incomplete

Clove cigarettes in the summer heat

The coffee bitter, the orange juice sweet

Our emotions overripe, falling from the trees

Mourning a life so stunning 

And incomplete.

Breaking

I'm always breaking

Everyday

You break me down

I break away.

I break my own heart

Over every word you don't say.

Uncomfortable

Uncomfortable in this skin

Uncomfortable in this body

Uncomfortable with this spine

Don't tell me to be comfortable

Just because it's mine.

Too small too tight too

Painful

Too itchy too soft too

Hateful

Don't tell me to be

Grateful.

Easy

Time passes softly without you

And I don't know who I am

Or how I got here

Or why I alone am so easy to lose.