Working with my demon
I swear I have good intentions
Promise it’s all based in decency
But, am I good person when I need to be?
Always putting myself above you
To feel important
I’ll always need your love to feel supported
When we die I hope they bury us in a forest
That’s if any are left, this life’s torment
If I get stuck in purgatory
I’ll consider it lucky
To spend more time with you

Well you know what they say
It’s a stitch in your DNA
Must run in the family
It’s just hereditary
The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree
I wish to break the mold
A bend, a snap, a break in the fold
Raise my children to be better than me
Let them know there’s no limit to what they can be
Show them that there’s more than one doorway
That these things aren’t just hereditary
The seeds from the apple can float away

I began writing here at the age of twenty
Eight years later, some days and nights
I found those clouds I saw off in the distance
She had bright blue eyes
Pink lemonade lips
Those aren't what made me love her though
The way she looks at my son did
Her laugh and the hum of her breath helped
His giggle and hands showed me truth
Taught me things I didn't know I needed to learn
Lest I not forget the wonderful dead
Who showed me what I had
What I've earned
And what I still have to strive for
Yeah, I guess it's been eight years
I suppose I will continue to write
Continuing at the age of twenty-eight.

I am attempting to find balance
The balance of all things
For I am an unbalanced man
But, for you I wish to balance the world
As Atlas I hope to be strong
Undeserving as I am
I dream of your love
If I've lost it
Or if I've just finally found I've always had it
Baby steps is what it takes
As I'm inching towards our future
On my tippy toes, hoping you'll help me along the way

January cold
Hearts soft like snow
My breath dances in the air
Sad and down
My own presence dictates the motive
Heart beat slow, but my pulse feels fast
The last time I felt like this
I wanted to disappear
And the world wouldn’t be the wiser