Invisible [not done]

Am I voiceless
or do you not see
all that I am or trying to be

You make me feel invisible
and I'm tired of trying
No matter what I do, it's all the same

You make me feel unwhole, useless and ashamed

The World is Not Enough

When he's away, I want to text him, call him, IM him, see him

When I'm around him I just want to get closer, to touch his hand or his face, play with his hair... to brush his arms or legs

When that happens, I want a little more. I want to kiss his lips, to be wrapped up in his embrace, to feel his skin upon mine, to cuddle and be completely entwined

When that happens, it's not enough. He takes his fingers and traces my arm. My blood responds to him, moving with his touch, back and forth, his movements controlling my body... my body wants more, I want more

I want to turn in to everything and nothing, blend in to him, explode in to a thousand molecules and melt in to each other

Maybe then, just maybe it would be enough

He Calls Me Missy

I am currently working on a series of books based on my previous writings and poetry but in a more organized fashion.

Currently waiting to print is He Calls Me Missy

Here is a sample

Our Life on the Radio

Shuffled, every song seems to say how I feel
Every song takes me to a time that used to be
A memory, a face, a smell… the way you made me feel
It's tearing at my insides, clawing for something to grasp
But you've left me so vacant, so empty
Your place is hard to fill and these words remind me
Over and over and over again
I get it, your irreplaceable.