You

I have mustard on my pants.
My shirt fits funny.
My hair is all over the place.
I have bags under my eyes.
But you don't care.
You see past
that damn mustard on my pants.

The Undoing

These tears coursing down my face
will be my undoing
because each one of them
brings to the surface
something that was supposed to stay inside.
It felt so good to be
the person everyone thought was me
for a while
but it hurt so much
and these tears they hurt like hell
I can't decide which hurt was worse.
I was unstoppable
now I'm vulnerable
and I can't stand being that way
there are internal pains
I can't even begin to describe
and they all end up sounding the same
anyway.
So just leave me alone
I'm fine by myself
I don't need your help
or your sympathy
I've been doing this all of my life.
I just got too used to having someone to lean on.
whatever.
I'm over you...
I mean... it.

Just One More Touch

This poem sucks... but I like the last four lines so I'm posting it.

This smiling mask, a curse in so many words
I could be in movies
for my performance
I've convinced you, my audience
that I don't love you anymore
I lied, and you believed me
Oh, how you believed me
And now this hunger,
an insatiable appetite
I indulge in the sweetest of sins
with whoever gives in
but it all leaves me emptier, hungry for more
never enough lovers
never enough passion
to fill this gaping hole you've left in my life
I hate myself for loving you
I want to claw out my heart,
the source of my anguish
and hand it to you with tears in my eyes
pleading you
fix it
please
hold me one more time
I just want to see
they all say I shouldn't
but I want to so much
I'm begging you, please,
Just one more touch.