she wanted

a pretty little picture

no smudges or

mistakes

when the imperfection

is what makes it all

so beautiful 

they say she is going

nowhere fast

not realizing that she

is nowhere

in sight

because they are not

running…

she is without a home

a place to hang her head

finding small burrows

to hide and be small

nary a whisper

when her insides…

damsel in distress

tears streaming down

the stronger to show for it

she sticks to her guns

without a shoulder to cry on

until a shoulder appears….

I ask for sweet nothings

Why are they called

Nothing

When they

Mean so much

Tell me…

You give me

The kind of love

That pours out of me

My hands

no longer clenched

They are wide

Open…