If...

If...

If...

If...

If you exist
Then I exist for you
If you resist
I will become irresistable
If you need air to live
Then I offer my next inhale
If you have love to give
I beg to be your vessel

I'd let you bleed me dry if it would make you claim me
I would gladly die for a chance to let you save me
I am offering you utter devotion
In exchange for a compliment

So tell me PLEASE, how your intentions compare to that?

My One Semi-Funny Poem

I hate my fucking bed.

Constantly reminding me you aren't in it
I bought it with the intention of you leaving your imprint
Little did I know you'd be leaving it a little closer to home

I fucking hate my fucking cell phone

79.99 a month to remind me you haven't called

AND I REFUSE TO REDUCE IT!
On the hope that I'll use it
On either you or some new chick
I guess we'll just have to see

I have so much motherfucking TIME!

I could say that I'm using it to focus on me
But I'd be motherfucking lying
All dressed up with not a damn place to go

So i broke the bed...

And I threw away my phone...

And I've finally embraced going out alone

BIG GIRLS ARE DOING IT ON THEIR OWN!

Excuse me, what?
You want my number?
You want to come over?
DAMN!

Time Out!

Every adult needs a time out from time to time.
Time to reflect. Time to isolate.
Time to become aware, to understand one's actions.
Nothing wrong with forcing oneself into the corner for 15mns in adult year.

It sucks to face the wall. But the wall can be the best friend ever.
Witnessing our wailing with no judgments.
Allowing us to purge.
Presenting us with a mirror to face ourselves.

Oh, Mirror, Mirror on the wall, who is the most miserable of all?