I am a rose without its thorns

naked 

and 

unsheathed 

behooved 

on 

frothed 

icy 

cold 

stares 

and 

evolved 

into 

a 

tulip 

gentle 

and 

sweet 

and 

plucked 

me 

from 

the 

garden 

and 

took 

his 

hands 

and 

shed

the 

thorns 

so 

he 

could 

finally 

wrap 

his 

arms 

around 

me 

with 

out 

drawing 

blood 

Do not hold my hand

Unless it's my heart that you want

Do not encourage me to fall

And then leave when I start. 

I wish I had

New words

To tell you.

Things you've

Never heard

Before me.

Things that

Make your

Heart throb.

But all I have

Are the words

Humanity has

Used all along.

And then, it dawned on her…

It wasn't that the universe

had been holding her down,

It was that it had been

holding her still

for him

which side of the grass will I end up on ...

will I fall ..?

or,

will I rise ..?

I,

don't make that choice.

I just hear the cries.

the cries that fall,

from painful eyes.

a new page, yes.

but, no erase ...

stagger and stutter drunk

dazed and unfazed.

waiting for the grenade ...

If it ever drops ....,

I'll pull the pin upon my own head.

The flowers wilted

As you walked away

And with eyelids dimming

To the condescending sun

It haunted our reality

And I curse you

Words spewed at

The back of your head

Fuck you --

For waking me up

And stirring my soul

Making me feel

Like I'd finally found

My home

I slice my forearms laterally

In the shape of your spine

Calloused by your indifference

My heart breaks

All over again

Every time I inhale and

Light bulbs explode

In the presence of

Your ghost in limbo

I was a ballerina

Double-jointed and 

I am Stronger than I look

I will wear a gown

Made of dove feathers

Plucked and dyed

In India ink --

Blackened to the tone of

The condition in which ...

You abandoned my heart 

You were my

coffee and cigarettes

Just like the smoke

You've disappeared

leaving me alone

to deal with the withdrawals