i know girls

i know girls who don't eat for a week before they see their boyfriends.

i know girls who stand in front of the mirror and mentally will themselves

to be physically thinner even though their bmi tells the rest of the world that

they are severely underweight. i know girls who hate everything they

will eat, and everything they ate.


i know girls who dress provocatively, because your brains do not

attract people as much as a freshly-shaved slab of thigh meat. i know

girls who get into debt for the sake of a little black dress because

as long as you look easy, it doesn't matter if you can't make ends

meet. i know girls who date boys they don't like based on the justification,

'well, a girl's got to eat.'


i know girls who refuse to speak out, refuse to make eye contact,

in the hope that they'll leave with a small shred of ego in tact because,

some girls seem to be easy prey.


i know some girls who are full of words, that they're not quite sure how to say.

when you talk to me like that

do you know how you sound when you talk to me like that?

for a split second, i don't even know you. you become a stranger

that, given the choice, i wouldn't even associate myself with.


you ball up your words and hurl them as grenades, aiming for

areas that will suffer most from the impact and, if by some miracle

i remain in tact, you'll find something heavier to catapult my way.


there's hardly anything i can do or say, not without the risk of

making things even worse which seems to be the relentless curse

tied to the action of me opening my mouth.


i will stutter out vowels that you will punctuate with your

unimpressed scowls and soon i will begin to search for my

rock, that i may crawl back under it, where i am safe. ish.


you use unflattering adjectives in a grammatically incorrect

manner, pieced together with a wrench and rusty spanner as

if i'm not worthy of full and proper insults.


                             do you know how you sound when you talk to me like that?

for a split second, i don't even know you.

out of sight

Out of sight, out of mind. That's how it's been,

How it will always be. While I burn with anguish

In the absence of you; you fail to notice the

Absence of me. You will remember when you

See me, or when you're alone; when you need

Company via the phone, or when you remember

You have an 'other half'. The fact remains

You can easily live without me --