Exerpts from the poems I never finished

My heart acts like an organ less and less each day, it's a compass and I'm lost 

electric sparks like a radio dropped

in a rusted claw footed tub

I AM ONLY A FIRST DRAFT

Love is when you don't want to sleep in your own bed because they aren't there with you and no pillow will ever be a substitute 

the army of therapists and pharmacists deemed me unstable and depressed , unable to fight and unfit for ...

body heat radiates like a nuclear plant

they say "you're real and people are scared of that"

his touch shakes my ribs   DON'T TELL ME SOMETHING THAT ISN'T TRUE                                                                      JUST TO SET THE MOOD

I AM A VIXEN, A FOX AND I GET WHAT I WANT

I can feel the color spectrum when he looks at me

sometimes the best poetry 

can come from hurting 

feelings are not something you can copy and paste

and love is not something you can shrink to fit

cellophane heart, stain glass eyes, gramophone ears 

because he couldn't tell the difference between my body and his 

just because i am a size zero doesn't mean you have to treat me like one

i miss the grooves of your lips 

supply and demand, 

'factories' manufacture fake friends

NEW SHIPMENTS DAILY