Heidi Wiggin

I wish I could tell you Ill be there to the end
But who knows what lies behind life's bend?
I wish every morning I could wake
To see your smile that makes my heart break
...

I hear her cryin all through the night
The sound of her heart breakin
I hear her askin why for her I do not fight
And where I am when its me shes needin
...

They say every one
Needs some one some times
I guess thats true
Cuz here I sit waitin for you
...

Luv is a drug
It feels like a hard slug
In the gut
Sewin my heart shut
...

Who is a shooting star?
Is he some one who rises far
Above the rest?
Who passes the popularity test?
...

I say I love you
You ask me why
I hug you
And let it fly
...

Hiding my
Tears
Facing my
Fears
...

Katie:
Empty and useless
Angry tears
How did I get in this mess?
...

I hear my mama cryin all through the night
She isnt sure how long she can continue the fight
Shes just tryin to survive
She finally falls asleep at five
...

He sits starin at the TV
Hes thinkin bout how life used to be
He starts to cry
Even though hes not really sure why
...

Smothers my throat when I attempt to deceive and
Caresses my skin after sleeping on cold concrete.
It has masked the scent on my hands after yet another marlboro and
Covered my body to hide the scars.
...

The snow is falling
Beautifully pristine
A new family

He says he loves me
...

Grey, sharp pieces of metal. Bend like paperclips. They fall quickly and as they fall they sound like screeching owls. They slice through the air and when hit by light they blind me. As they hit the ground all becomes quiet. And when I awake in the morning I won't remember him at all.
But when I put my foot to my bedroom floor, I scream in pain as the pieces of him slice into my skin. I don't know what broke him. Maybe it was mom always bossin him around. Maybe it was skeletons beggin to be free from the binds of his closet.
...

The Holy Bible rules blackened by the mangled interpretations of the two holiest people alive. The elder and his wife that attend church every Sunday. The rulers of the hell I used to call home. Where fire burned til I was 7 years old and we got AC. At night that AC would cool the sheets to my bed I was never allowed to sleep in and made my concrete mattress a bed of ice. Ice that froze my blood more and more every night until my heart became too weak to follow its natural beat.
...

Never really made a connection
Whatever that means
What about our bedtime stories?
The walks through the woods and biking round the lake?
...

What if I told you
I hated her for pretending to care
And for saying she ever loved me
What if I told you
...