i remember

The tall sunflowers dancing in the brezze.

The old house- #160 built on bricks swimming pool in the back ground; the new house that destroyed it- a castle in a fairtale- that stands alone and empty.

Sitting on the porch and watching the summer nights pass.


Swining on the rusted orange swing set and you were by myside.

You chasing after the ice cream truck so i can have that special ice cream.

You comming home in pain from the long doctor visits.

That day we laid you to rest- and people kept telling me it was okay " He's in a better place now"

Begging angry and not understanding why you leftme at such a young age.

Most of all i remember you.

what does it cost?

Telling secrets isnt easy but with you, my words are imbeded onto your lined paper, trappped.
so my body's secret is hatred. hating my body is what made me. eight mile runs still burn my legs and leave my lungs gasping for air. and they say working out relieves your stress.
who are they kidding?
I lose more by staring...
who im dying to be.
what does it cost to watch your mother whimper at the end .....
what does it cost
what does it cost
what does it cost when you're dying to be someone?