I decided to write a poem
with petty little words...

Slice and dicing is to much fun
I'll slice your face off before im done...

I pet black cats that pass on by
even though they are bad luck...

One foot in front of the other
Is how we're taught to walk...

Blood is thicker then water
but it's oil that keeps me going...

These tattered walls might fall anyday now,
they've been holding this weight for lifetimes...

Late night drunken fights with you mean more
then the kisses of the thousands of strangers...

As the the sweat rolls down my neck i reconsider
all the thoughts that have made me who i was...

Strength has been found in more foriegn places
But when tears fall from my eyes to the ground...

Gone
Is the...

I write truth in secrets meant only for you.
I wrote them under your bed so you'd never sleep...

Words thrown across the page in the prettiest pink...
and with handwriting written in the neatest form...