Lust over love

your lust is so perfect i confuse it with love,

while your ignorance is the best part of your love 

and your screams are the best good night melody.

painting me as a monster as you go

your the angel of the story 

while behind closed doors you memorize me to your convenience

blind with your lust
nothing felt better than being in your arms 

nothing seems unreachable, 

when all it is a step away,

whispers in my ears trying to open my eyes 

once again don't know the truth, 

the good time 

when its just me and you 

the same excuse

i never meant to hurt you 

Index.. (Not finished)

i use to cry every night
one day my brother told me if i keep crying like that ill have a heart attack
as a matter of fact
i did have one
i died and revived in a matter of five minutes
and in those five minutes i ranted about why i would never cry again
why the tears on my cheeks weren't worth the time
and why the feeling of being out of breath was a feeling that didn't define me
every huff and puff was everything i couldn't put into words
i prayed to the lord to take the pain away
back then i didn't understand.
understand that every tear was a letter of the alphabet
A-Z
the index to my heart.

Not a poem just hate things

1. I hate when people that i don't know touch me.

2. i hate one tone talkers

3. when people lie to me and i already know the truth 

4. when people stop talking to you because they disagree with what you believe in

5. when someone starts saying something then says oh never mind

6. when people are so closed minded 

7. when someone judges someone else

8. i hate it when i have something a certain way and someone comes and changes it

9. when i get ignored

10. i hate when people cant just say what the think about me to my face

Dear....

Dear....

i never knew where to start nor to end 

maybe it was the fear of your response or the fear of your departure

never knew what would hurt more 

the cold truth of my feelings and thought 

or maybe it was the warmed of getting better in time 

yet i stay quiet 

maybe its because i love the screaming night and the pouring tears 

or just the sight of you and the feel of having someone there 

hopefully one day i gain enough will to let you know 

to let you know that nothing will be the same 

that your words go thru one ear and out the other 

that your image that i once had its nothing like the one i have now 

see now its just a sad unreliable source 

once so great and now i might even be able to say its useless 

after all the pain and sorrow you are no longer my hero.

the eye contact we share it like no other

you see right thru me 

lets not mansion when you accidentally touch 

but that's just the start

when we were lost somewhere in between English and Algebra 

passing each other in the hallway 

cause you were just another boy

and i was just another girl.

it was all fun and games 

till someone got hurt,

that didn't stop 

my desire 

it could no longer can be denied nor altered

just lived  

cause no matter how many commotion we made,

we made them together