This is more like a song than poem:
The words in my throat...

Im no longer afraid to be alone
no longer afraid to stand on my own...

We told you all about him
we told you all his ways...

What is love?
the butterflies in your stomach...

K- killing my heart
pain i feel...

I love you little sis with all my heart
I never want us to be apart...

Love
hate...

When you look in the mirror with tears in your...
wishing, hoping, praying your reflection would die...

You see the world in black and white
all is good or all is bad...

Red stands for passion and heat
Green is the grass below our feet...

Never realizes, never understands
the power and destruction that comes from a man...

Wouldas, couldas, shouldas
will drive you up the wall...