the worst

mornings are the hardest,

when i wake up beside you,

and have to leave your arms,

your bed.

they say i'm not a morning person,

but i don't mind this time of day,

i simply don't want this to be goodbye,

to be the end.

here's the truth

i've tried to write this...

but i'm no master of words.

i'd much rather live it,

than document a moment.

Careful Hands

i am subtle in my ways,

yet bold when in your bed.

i am in love with this city,

and grateful you're a part of it.

i love the way you see the world,

and that you choose to see me.

but we are creatures of habit,

and i build the walls that hurt me.

your hands are careful upon my body,

but what about my heart?

i'm an all or nothing kind of girl,

i'm in... mind, body, and soul.

shakey thoughts and shy words.

get it out of your head. get it out of your heart.

get out of my head.

& it breaks me,

when i'm smiling because i'm back with you,

and they say,

well, why aren't you with him now?

& it breaks me,

when i'm smiling because you're back with me,

and i say,

well, why aren't you with me now?

lady in black

I know I'm the one that you think about,

asking what happened to the lady in black.

And it was you who put this look in my eye,

the cold hard 'fuck you'.

And it was him who finally finished the destruction

on my heart that you started.

But it was you that threw me into the depression

that inevitably leads to the chaos that makes me feel alive.

I know I'm the one that you think about, from years past,

and I suppose I'm still beautiful... but flawed.

grow up & blow away

painted by a. hlewka