Survival of the FittestHear me read itI am crack'd. Open to the pitwith the nub and root exposed.I am silver pierced and puncturedwith holes and protruding piecesof rocked raw wounds rubbed open.I am barely shattering my lungsby inhaling the same air as youeven long after your departure.With a bile-laced smile I paveand fill in crack and crevicesI am more than disfigured limbsand disillusioned heart muscle,scraping a breath down my trachea.More than the mess you have made.I hold in my innards, and survive.
Invisible InkA little girl with missing teethGleams when she has a crayon in hand,Even when her lines don’t quite line up to ink.A little girl with tiny feetOnly runs in her hand-me-down sneakers,The ones stained with magic-markerThat only kinda-sorta light up.A little girl with scrunchied hairLoves the way her pigtails flopEven though they don’t match up.A little girl with starry eyesDoesn’t care about mean words.She doesn’t care if her socks don’t match.She doesn’t care if her glasses are ‘too big.’She doesn’t care about coloring book linesWhen she has a chance to draw her own.Sometimes they’ll line up with everyone else’s,And sometimes she won’t even be on the page.No one will make her feel like anything lessThan an artist with a child’s heart.No one can tell her she’s not coloring in the linesBecause she wrote the book in invisible ink.
It Wouldn't Hurt So BadI've never met somebodyWho does what you doI've never known anyoneQuite like youBut the problem is thisHere in my heartAnd now I have to endWhat I can't startAnd it wouldn't hurt so badIf it didn't feel so good...Seems like it should be easyBut it's just so hardI need to come to my sensesBefore it goes too farI want you but I can't have youSo sad, so trueSo why do I make a wishThat could never come true?And it wouldn't hurt so badIf it didn't feel so goodBecause I'd be with youIf there was any way I ever could...I can't help feeling how it could beI close my eyes and you're here next to meBut all I'm seeing is hope start to fadeAs time slips away...And it wouldn't hurt so badIf it didn't feel so goodBecause I'd be with youIf there was any way I ever couldI really wouldn't need your touchIf I didn't want it so muchI know that I can't though I couldAnd it really wouldn't hurt so badIf it didn't feel so good
LonerCan being alive alone make a loner happy?Would you believe me,if I told you I was dying?Would you stop trying?Please, look me in the eyesand tell me all those well-known liesabout trust, about loveand everything I'm yet sick of.And when you turn around full of shame,again I'm the one to blame,for my being, most of all,will be the reason for my fall.
BurialAllow me to start againFrom the very beginningAnd rewrite everythingI know not what would have been without youBut what does that serve me now?I don’t want to know anymoreI want it backYou're who you are now because I made youI built youBut I cannot break youThough I canBut I can’tI wont...I’m nearly thereBut not quite yetI’m closer than I was yesterdayThan I thought I could beThan I thought I ever wouldYou merit no thanksYou warrant no respectYou deserve no loveYou are only worthy of ruinYou ought to be deadSo I will kill you.
CopperThe underside of my hearthas rusted through the shell.Smooth tissue hangs, sodden,through the ring of oxidised needles.The frantic muscletakes on water, tries not to drown,in the body of fluidsyou spat into my chest cavity.Heavy barnacles of regretcluster cancerously 'round 'til,like all else, they disintegratewith the acidic memory of you.
CradlingI lay my swan heartin a nest of feather fluff;sanguine, sweet and soft.I lay my swan heartin a frame not strong enoughto keep my love aloft.