all my dreams of you

in all my dreams of you

you were always in the other room

I should have known

I scribbled on my walls 

wearing each word on my sleeve

my eyes squeezed shut

I never knew

but I showed it all to you

I should have known

each word spilling from me blind

you saw what I felt 

I never knew

In all my dreams of you 

you were always in the other room

i should have known

Roses

the roses make me gag

such false representations of love

fill the vases 

hunger envelopes me

and all I see are roses

her mirror

i stared into my own eyes

watching the last breath seep from my lips

her mirror reflecting my death

my eyes pierce my heart

and she fades

the little girl in me fades

quickly without much strain

her existence was short

and holds no place in me

the exit

I feel closer to that inevitable moment

I can feel the changes under my skin

and my words making subtle hints

the tragedy burning inside 

craving the release

isolation slowly encompassing me

slowly so it can go unnoticed 

without your pain

or your tears

to just one day no longer exist

Mother

A hollow shell of a woman remains

controlled

wounded

blind to it all

the pitiful look in her empty eyes

showing no signs of the person she was

his words fall from her mouth

his bruises color her skin

a hollow shell of a woman remains

the truth has been twisted

no longer existing at all

his defense her dying words

but my eyes are dry

because this woman died a long time ago

and took a piece of me with her

the piece that needed

a hollow shell of a child remained