So when my nipples show through my shirt,

does it mean that you can make comments,

and try and feel me up?

So if i walk a certain way,

does it mean that you can grab my ass,

or stare?

So if my skirt is a little short,

does it mean that you can touch my leg,

and let your hand wander?

Well boy, you better learn to control yourself.

Because i'mgoing to keep walking this way.

And i'm going to wear these tight shirts,

while hiking up my skirt.

Because i'm a woman.

A woman you can't touch.

The sun rays come through the window.

Falling across the unmade bed.

The beside table containing the clock.

Ticking slowly.

Time never passing quick.

The posters on the wall

Always staring back.

Never helping the situation.

The pile of dirty clothes

Sitting in the corner.

Begging for attention.

The feeling of your

Sweaty fingers on my bare skin.

Every touch killing me more.

The cat asleep, not caring about the

Every day occurrence.

The stupidity of my every thought.

Wishing I could speak.

The sound of the garage door opening.

How quick you would stop and retrieve my things.

The number of excuses we both had to use.

The reasons I never understood.

The reassurance of hope when my

house came into view.

The way I ran to the door.

The tears that were shed

But never seen by family.

The way I had to hide it all

Because the next day was coming and

No one could know.

For what reasons I never understood.

I am once again alone.

In this strange but welcome place.

The water beats on my aching chest.

I close my eyes and reach out.

Grabbing onto my past,

Clutching onto my future.

I slide down the wall

Still letting the water rush

Down my bare legs.

I push my guilt against

My skin, feeling the

Cold blade’s edge.

As the thoughts go back and forth

In my head, so does

The blade across my skin.

I throw my head back,

Allowing the water to take

My tears away.

I set the weapon aside,

Watching the blood flow.

Watching my pain seep

From the hole I have made.

I stand there naked, shivering, ugly.

I am satisfied.

I am disgusted.

The Storm

There, crouched below

The branch, I await for

The storm to come. Waiting

For the rain to come and free me.

The wind persuades me to stay. Hidden

From the rest of the world.

The loud claps of thunder surround me, their suddenness

Reminds me of you. How quick you

Came into my life, and how quick

You saved me.

The harsh breeze sweeps the hair out of my face.

How I wish you were here to share this magical moment

With me.

The far off lightening calls to me. Whispering my name.

A quiet ray of sunshine falls across me. Disturbing the silence.

I wish you were here to save me from the light.

To save me from this life.

You are so precious to me.

I never want you to leave. I never want you to forget.

And then the rain comes.

Washing away my tears.

Washing away my innocence.

The flashes of light remind me of my beauty. Remind me of my pain.

You have guided me in the right direction.

You came like the storm and overcame me with your love and beauty.

The sidewalk grows longer and more

convincing with each step I take.

The trees sway and drip with the

wet confusion of the situation.

The windows of each house are

dark and unpromising.

The cold wind the blows in my

face becomes a part of me, and

Stings me lungs with displeasure.

I don’t know which way I’m headed,

But I will eventually reach my destination.

Forgetting where I came from.

Leaving everything behind.

The rain silently calls to me.

Persuading me to keep going.

I will listen.

I have finally reached the end and I

still don’t know where I am.

Strip me of my dreams.

I will still be a little girl

lost in the rain.

Saying that my mind is clear

only makes the confusion worse.

I can almost control nothing,

But even that slips away.

Nightmares surround my reality,

And whisper nasty thoughts.

The end is no longer near,

It is even closer.

The shadow beings to wilt.

The dream begins to fade.

The heart begins to cry.

Pretending that all is perfect,

Is purposely forbidden.

Behind these blood-stained walls,

Hides a world full of shame.

The songs keep playing over and over again

Like a requiem about to end.

I’m trying to fulfill my ever need.

Before it all turns sour.

Collecting all the pieces

Of my always forgotten past.

I don’t understand the words I write,

Or the thoughts that I contain.