Why Chipotle Workers Shouldn't Fall In LoveI am pathetic and quite literally insane.Because I continue to crave you,Yet expect a different reactionFrom my body whenever I do win you.Yours truly is drunk in shame and in jealousy,Yet you're still the only cureFor this obsessive hangoverThat's eating at my very variable sanity.But there are no AA meetings for me!No sir, not an open ear to listenTo my pining for another drinkOf syrup from your pity-seeking maple trees.I worked so hard to move up the ranksHauling ass through the minimum wage-paying mexican jointTo serve you, fully outfitted in an apron and a smile,And all you wanted was a damn quesadilla.Just cheese.(But I still can't penetrateThis idea into my head...)I continue to serve you to the best of my abilities,Offering you smile after burrito,And you refuse to accept it,Meeting eyes only with your companion of black eyes.(Her contacts were custom madeTo match her hate-filled heart...)And, while working tirelesslyAt this smile-soaked Chipotle,I ha
Wielding FireYou continue to lashAt me wielding flamesAnd I defend by holdingMy arms out straight,So that maybe, just maybe,I can catch you when you fall,And burn myselfInstead of burning you.I can't cover the holeYou've left gaping in my chest.But I will.Because you can't see me bleeding!You can't seeThe empty bodyTo which you've whisperedYour horrible last goodbye.I can't let you feelThe guilt you would haveIf you saw my streaking mascara.I need to protect youFrom the fire you've wielded,Even though youAre no longer mineTo protect.
Psychopaths are Just Overly Caring PeopleI picture God creating peopleIn an assembly line.Each person is given different traitsOf personality and of appearance.It's like going to SubwayAnd ordering your toppings.But instead of saying "extra pickles" and "light on the lettuce",You ask for things like "extra courage" and "lighter hair".Surprisingly, people that ask for "more empathy", in fact,Are the ones that turn out the worst.Because, in the alphabetized assembly line,"Empathy" comes before "sanity".They go through the line and ask for more empathy,And thus, from others, don't get an ounce of sympathy.They want to take hurt from all of the rest,So they treat others to the best of their ability,But they're already sick of it when the come to the "S",And say "no more, please! Let this empathy digest!"But they're still in the line, and after it's done,They're born at the hospital at twelve to one.They cry through the night with their mother blood soaked,And beg a laughing God to take them back for dysfuncti
WithoutLike a cat who's just lost eight lives,I run for cover while she thrives,Sleeping awake and counting by fives,I turn, not to you, but instead to my knives.We had built a house so amazing to share,And, while building, a frown was increasingly rare.I could look to your eyes so strong yet so fair,And know that, for you, I do deeply care.I wish only for you to realizeThat you are my one, my only prize.While you won't regret the marks on my thighs,You'll be shocked by my silent and sudden demise.Hands on your hips so perfect in shape,You'll yell at me for my unfortunate escape.You'll comfort my heart with junk food and junk tape,And then soon leave again while I continue to gape.The blood will seep down my belly quite bare,And the herds of people will continue to stareAs I sob out my bones and gasp for some air,I know I'll soon see her ill-fated glare.Then, just maybe you'll seeWhat you've done to me!We'll sail away fast through the dark, open seaAs the happy young pa
A Response to Publicized IgnorancePlease continue to mock usAs, illegitimately veiled, you discussThe ugly ways my body curves.You think it's me that this perturbs? Please continue to obnoxiously shoutRude questions of sexualityWhen I'm the one steaming up her car,And you may simply cat-call from afar.Please utilize to your abilitiesSocial media to dispel your hostilities.And complain to the world of deaf-by-choice earsOf each any every issue which, to you only, appears.I only ask that you read thoroughlyEach published sentence less hurriedly,For your grammar has fallen to lack,And, from these insults, it certainly does detract.
A Letter Under My PillowI have a pieceOf paper ink stainedBeneath my pillow,Without which I would be pained.It holds the onlyWords vital to me,And sustains my life,Though you may disagree.When I wake in the nightWith wrists soaked in red,I reach first for my knife,But turn to the paper instead.I only write thatWhich I need to live onThen, when it's written,It's that which I dream on.So on this paper liesThe only letter I want;In navy blue I wroteA "u" in scribbled font.Because you're the only oneWho makes forever seem too short.Infinity doesn't last (I know too well)And from you I can't abort.So I sleep with u each nightAnd talk with you all day;Even if you leave me nowOn u, each night I'll surely pray.