addict

i'm in trouble

i'm an addict

i'm addicted to this (boy)

(he's) got my heart tied in a knot

and my stomach in a whirl

and whats worse i can't stop calling (him)

(he's) all i want and more

i mean

damn

whats not to adore?

that cellular

will be the death of us i swear

i swear

and oh

i'm runnin my mouth just like i got (him)

but i surely dont

cause (he's) so

rock and roll

and out of my league

but i hope not.

sleepy kitty

yawn,
and stretch,
and snuggle back down.
warm, cozy,
i'm sick of drawing cats.
yawn.
sleep.
something i haven't had.
sleep,
yawn.
and eyes close.

valentine?

the problem...

the problem with being well rounded, is the concept of being stretched thin enough to cover all such areas.

if i was the type to get nose bleeds, this would be when.

ribbons

my contortionist ways
not of body
but mind
weave like ribbons
in the basket
of masterpiece.
twisting
reaching
controlling
the woven threads
holding me
together
and apart.
one reaches
from the back of my throat
to the squish
of my gut.
one tangles
between my mess of caging
engaging
raging
ribs.
both cross
perpendicular
to the other
one of a different thread
to the other.

what does a girl like me wear to prom?

something extravagant.

dearest alexander,

rest quietly. sleep softly.

you will be missed, more than you could ever imagine.