Beat me and love meOh the way you make me scream...
You're savage and gorgeous... but completely deadly.
A ferocious beast in a gorgeous shell.
You were sent here to keep me in this personal hell.
You deliver so much inhumane cruelty but say its brought out by adoring love.
The way you yell, cut, slap and bite.
"All of it out of love, my dear."
Pain is dealt, and you gain your joy.
I'm a just a toy, a whore... so unpure.
Smack. Tear apart. Burn the pieces afterward.
You beat me until you're completely content.
And for everything you're worth... you still love me.
Binge and PurgeLaying on the floor, curled up in a ball.
Food wrappers scattered all around.
You gorged yourself on food, thinking it would ease the pain.
They ridiculed you with their cruel names.
Every time you walk down the hall, its like a new game for them.
As soon as you walked through your front door, you ran straight to your bedroom.
Time to break out the comfort tools.
The fix only works for a short time, and then the next solution comes along.
Two fingers work their way to the back of your throat and you gag against them.
Once.... twice... nothing. Only small dry heaves.
The third time's the charm as they say and you spew every emotion into that trash can beside you.
The taste of your own bile let's you know that you've got nothing left inside but the pain.
The pain of never fitting in and the pain of never being pretty enough for any of them.
I will make myself pretty...
Memory of a drug addicted teen"Everybody's doing it, just give it a try."
You hear that through the halls of school when you're switching classes.
You hear it on the walk home from the bus stop.
Your family tells you that it will ruin your life and to never do it.
Your boyfriend and friends say it will make you cool.
Peer pressure never sounded so good.
Your boyfriend is the first to give you the puff off a freshly rolled joint.
Weed led to mushrooms.
Tripping on the edge of sanity with the one you loved.
Mushrooms lead to cocaine.
Snorting lines off of library cards and toilet paper dispensers before the first bell rang.
That sweet drip and numbness kicked in during first period and you were set.
The love of your life supplied you until he though you'd had enough.
Addiction had already taken its toll, and your "popularity" sky rocketed.
Fiending for something you become the black sheep once more.
No one think a junked out teen is cool.
Cutting in the bathroom at home because you just want it all to end.
Just OneHe can break me down and build me back up with just one look.
With just one word spoken, I am faithfully and eternally his.
Just one lingering touch, and I fall to my knees in front of him whimpering.
Just one command from his perfect lips, and I break in two for him.
With a single look... he broke me down and left the pieces strewn across the floor.
With a simple word, he ended my entire world and he walked out the door.
His last touch lingers here. The hand print burning on my cheek and even yet, deeper into my soul.
With that one command, I broke. Two pieces amidst the wreckage.
What once beat so fiercely for this love, is no longer whole.
He's gone now and I can't find a way to restore my soul.
Artificial StarWe spent hot summer nights out in the backyard catching fireflies in a jar.
They'd brighten up our bedroom as we made love.
Our shadows would dance in their beautiful glow.
Catch and release when we were done.
We'd bask in the glorious little constellations they'd form on our bedroom ceiling.
But now it seems like ages ago.
Our bedroom is empty with you being gone.
Firefly bodies scattered among the floor... all the "stars" have expired over time.
I bury my face into your pillow and I cry.
I roll over and look up once more, and see the faintest flicker of light.
It flickers on and off... one artificial star is left.
I make a wish... one that I hope comes true.
That our door will open and you'll come walking back through.
I watch him fall to the ground and flicker once more.
Another "star" in our private constellation has passed.
May my wish be answered... this is all I ask.
Not in a million yearsI'd offer you my heart on a silver platter if it meant you'd stay.
I'd do anything you asked of, I'd be your slave.
Bending over backwards, in an attempt to get you to see, that I love you and I only want it to be you and me.
I'd open a vein and write you a thousand word love poem on our bedroom walls.
I'd spill my heart out and every ounce of blood just to show you that I can't be without you.
Give me a command, tell me what to do...
I'll see it all through to the end, you're the love of my life and my best friend.
I'm shedding every tear that my body can manage to create.
And it hurts even more now that I know you've walked away and you're never coming home.
I'm destined to sit here writing this love poem and shedding these tears.
I'll never find another like you, not in a million years.