empty

sometimes
there is this ache
this warm spot
where you should be
gone cold
like your hands
when they touch my skin
an ache
trigger switch
to a deeper dark
shadows in my tears
flowing quietly
silently
as I wonder
where you are
if you are thinking of me
if you ever ache this deep
that it hurts to breathe

to me
solitude is
mostly pain

[what] do you see?

what do you know
what do you see
you don't even look
at all the pieces of me
there is so much more
that you'll need to see
there's this thing
that lives under my skin
that eats at me
forever reminding me I'm damaged
that I can't be loved forever
once you see all of me
blinders off
you'll see the ugly in me
maybe

there's more to me
than just the title
to my autobiography

i wonder

water
if given good thoughts
is theorized to react
with water crystals
that are beautiful and perfect

i wonder
what happened today
to the water
as i lay in the tub
and shed tears into it

realkinz...

i am Sylvia Plath
praying for a new oven
wondering why
girls like me
have no true salvation

knowing
i've forgotten
what i thought i knew

my body
betrays me
unending pain
in my mind
my heart

bake my thoughts
in a warm shelter
until they
melt

i've cried
all day today
thinking
about myself
and why i am here
at all

i pray
the way
of the Plath...