I needed you everyday,
It is after all the addicts way.
And I’m addicted.

Staying up at night,
Unable to block out thoughts of the next delight.
Shaking and cold and craving.

But I’m no longer allowed you.
Oh , but how my hunger grew.
I’m craving in desperation.

I’m so used to your high.
But now I’m wondering why
I became so desensitized.

And then I remembered
The pain, the anxiety; you censored.
You became my escape.

You were my high when I was low,
The calm when I needed simpatico.
And I became reliant.

But you were destroying me in ways I didn’t realize.
I always reasoned; there’s always the risk of a comedown for a few highs.
And now you’re gone.

I’m coming down and drowning.
A bird with a broken wing.
No longer able to sing.

I need my next hit.
But my drug of choice was always you.


The Ocean

He was like the ocean.
So calming.
So beautiful.

Each breath in and out
like the dependable tide.
In him I wanted to hide.

He was never-ending.
He was limitless.
It was crystal clear.

But then the sea turned dark.
And I remembered,
He was like the ocean.

So mysterious.
So immense.
So destructive.

That’s when the sea split before me,
Our boats rocked by the current, separated.
His heart to be vacated.

He was like the ocean.
And I drifted endlessly on him,
Not knowing I’d already drowned.



What is a girl to do
when she becomes but a number?
A notch on the bed post?
Oh! what a host!

Host? Host! Yes that’s what I said,
oh I’m sorry did you want your name mentioned
on the basis we shared a moment,
a moment in bed?

Well, respect goes two ways,
‘Just like her legs’
But no respect here was given,
So no, you’re not forgiven.

Dirty? Dirty! Yes that’s how I feel,
used and abused to give you a thrill.
I cannot begin to wrap my head
around something so utterly surreal.

So I hope that you wrote it all in detail
in that little black book.
I hope you got every little detail noted,
Because it’s all you’ll have now I’m no longer devoted.

A Choice

I try not to hate you,
for your way with words.
How they take flight from your mouth,
like a flock of birds.

But when the silence starts,
this feeling seems worse.
My fingers are shaking and my heart it is racing,
It feels to me like it is a curse.

For what do you do,
when you just want some space?
Yet you don’t want to lose,
his smiling face.

For a bit of time alone,
you would not abuse.
But in the end,
You have got him to lose.

So choose?


One foot in front of the other
On the darkened road.
Too many times her handsome
Prince in body of a toad.

Her knight in shining armour,
Instead the one to harm her.
Trying to amuse,
No, just mere abuse.
Trying to win,
Creating deadly sin.

So one foot, then the other,
Darkened eyes watched undercover.
Red lips starved
Her heart he carved.


Don’t Blame Me…

When you said ‘let’s keep it casual’
Don’t blame me
For accepting.
I wanted some fun.

When you’re making me moan
Don’t blame me
When your unfaltering gaze penetrates
Into the depths of my soul.

When you suggested dinner
Don’t blame me
That my appetite
Began to grow.

When we curled up on the bed
Don’t blame me
For the warmth
I began to crave.

When you say such sweet words
Don’t blame me
When the bibliophile in me
Longs for your poetry.

When my phone lights up in honor of your texts
Don’t blame me
When my face begins to shine also
In collaboration with the stars.

When you compliment me
Don’t blame me
When I fear when you accolade others,
For I know the sweetness of your affection.
And better yet I know the effect you have.

When you come to me despondent
Don’t blame me
When I sit awake all night,
playing with your hair while you fall asleep.

And when I want to spend more time with you…
Don’t blame me.
And when I begin to distance myself…
Don’t blame me.

But when you finally realize that I began to fall,
That’s when you can blame me
Because this was just casual.