Independence is a virtue
But it's loneliness to me
Because when I'm without you
My soul is never free
This prison I’ve been drug into
Co-dependence is the key

Poetry has lost it’s meter, it’s rhyme, it’s soul
All that is left is a gaping hole
For when prose is poetry
And poetry is prose
An artform has died, and a new began.

School is a release,
And it is a tether.
A source of inner peace,
And as turbulent as foul weather.

At first relevant,
Then no desire.
My wants and needs apparent,
And then a total lack of fire.

I need a change,
A return to something true.
To travel an open range,
With me, myself, and you.

There’s darkness all around,
All night, and all day
I seem to only frown,
No matter what you say.

Just know you make me happy,
Just remember that I care
Even when I’m feeling ******,
I’m happy that you’re there.