Enough for HerI think I have the only part of her that was ever hers to give. There’s nothing inside to touch.Enough for Her
Though we’ve never met, I do miss that sweet girl and her rosebud laughter, the one who could cry for all mankind.
I wish, for her sake, we could go back to the time when we were animals, back to a time when hurting her was punishable by death.
What she gives me is what she thinks love should be, and part of me is inclined to believe it’s real.
But when she sits like she is, all silver shoulders and cradled knees, the heat of the mattress waning a
Who the Hell Knows?The one time in his life he was ready for love he didn’t want it. But he got it anyway. He got it in the form of a girl-child playing dress up with the clothes her Mommy bought her and her daddy beat her into. So he never hits her, and he thinks she looks pretty clutching her big purple towel to her heart while she plays withWho the Hell Knows?
his spastic cat, hair still wet from her shower. She smells like him now while he smells like sex. He knows that as soon as he goes to shower, she’ll steal his computer. Like she already stole all the
hot water. Lo
She KnowsHe cups her deep waters in hands thought shallowShe Knows
by others.
She knows better.
FreedomWhy do you die when you’re so close to living? Why do you cry when you know you are loved? I’ve never understood the morals of man. Why are they addicted to pain? Scream into the night and pray to be heard. Cry out in anguish; give in to your sorrow. Hold your head high when you prove the world right,Freedom
That you’re nothing more than an errant child. What made me believe in you? Why did I give my heart to you? You lost one battle and gave up on the war. Why can’t I give up on you? Please, deliver me tonight. Take all hope away. Give me a reason to search for my
