If you somehow stopped by tonight
Would I still tell you goodbye?
Tomorrow's not gonna come
And yesterday should have mattered anyway
But today was just another day
And all I did was wish you had stayed
I never should have let you down
I never should have walked into that door
How was I supposed to know
Things were gonna change?
I wanted to be there
To show you I really cared
Somehow tell you these forgotten words
But then I unfolded
I fell down to my knees
And suddenly I knew you weren't there
I never should have said goodnight
I never should have let you walk out that door
How was I supposed to know
Things were gonna change?
Maybe because it was meant to be
And maybe this is how it's gonna be
Torn apart
And all broken up
Fighting for what's left
And trying to remember you
Dear God trying to hold on
I maybe should have come along
I maybe should have said something more
How was I supposed to know
Things were gonna change?
How was I supposed to know
I'd never see you again?
How was I supposed to know
It was going to end so soon?
How were we supposed to know
Living without you would feel like this?
May 27, 2025
May 27, 2025 at 11:35 PM UTC
Feeling all kinds of insecurities
that no one seems to get.
And tired of all the questions
about where my life is currently at
and currently not heading.
My life shouldn’t be a question for people.
It’s not their’s to understand.
I live it at my own pace,
and do what makes me happy.
I don’t have to have it all perfectly laid out
or go by the book.
It doesn’t have to be all pretty.
Because what I learned years ago is something so much more important.
It isn’t about how perfect you live your life.
It’s not about how smoothly everything goes
or how many successes you can add up.
It’s waking up each day seeing the sun shine,
and knowing you get live.
That you chose to live.
That you’ve survived,
and with each breath and every heartbeat,
you are still here.
May 27, 2025
May 27, 2025 at 11:31 PM UTC
Another year older,
Another month tugging at the heartstrings.
So many emotions.
Happy, worried, sad, anxious, and happy again.
Everyday a toss of the cards.
I avoided the storms,
Wished upon a few stars,
And prayed to God with all might.
I watched the movie screen and cried at the scenes.
Missed a few people who have gone on,
And looked back at the last few decades.
My life isn’t perfect.
But why would I want it to be.
At least I’m still here.
May 23, 2025
May 23, 2025 at 6:20 PM UTC
It’s been a couple of years,
and here I return.
Heart still longing to write the words afraid to show up.
Apr 25, 2025
Apr 25, 2025 at 8:53 PM UTC
The marks we make don’t get to come with us when we leave.
They stay with those left behind as stories we wrote,
and pages to be read.
The soundtrack we created hopefully will be played.
And the songs that walked us through,
may they be reminders of who we were.
Not forgotten or lost.
Always there in some simple way.
Jun 23, 2022
Jun 23, 2022 at 10:29 PM UTC
Feeling all kinds of insecurities
that no one seems to get.
And tired of all the questions
about where my life is currently at
and currently not heading.
My life shouldn’t be a question for people.
It’s not their’s to understand.
I live it at my own pace,
and do what makes me happy.
I don’t have to have it all perfectly laid out
or go by the book.
It doesn’t have to be all pretty.
Because what I learned years ago is something so much more important.
It isn’t about how perfect you live your life.
It’s not about how smoothly everything goes
or how many successes you can add up.
It’s waking up each day seeing the sun shine,
and knowing you get live.
That you chose to live.
That you’ve survived,
and with each breath and every heartbeat,
you are still here.
Oct 15, 2021
Oct 15, 2021 at 12:33 AM UTC
His mind’s a mess,
a constant battle between angels and demons.
Nothing ever goes right.
So he comes apart at every seam.
What was once on the outside no longer there.
All fallen into the darkness.
Jan 6, 2021
Jan 6, 2021 at 6:26 PM UTC
Turning the page on a chapter that was hell.
Hoping by some miracle the story will change plots.
And if not,
I’ll just burn the whole **** thing.
Start all over and hope for the best.
Jan 6, 2021
Jan 6, 2021 at 6:24 PM UTC
A glass is a glass
until the glass leaves you f’d up.
Fighting the midnight train in some bubbly
that drowns you into abyss.
You can’t hold on,
because holding feels far worse than letting go.
So you let go with the glass still in your hand.
The hole still in your heart.
Jan 6, 2021
Jan 6, 2021 at 6:20 PM UTC
I showed up at your doorstep
all kinds of confused,
clouded by the way we let things fall.
It was my fault,
my mess that I threw at your face.
Like bullets,
I said everything that tore us apart.
I trashed not only you and I,
I trashed myself.
Tore apart everything about me.
Shattered and dropped what we had to the floor like glass.
And now these **** thoughts won’t let me get over them.
So here I’m am,
standing in the rain six feet apart,
hoping you’ll open the door.
Because as much as the confusion is begging me walk away,
the apologies in my heart won’t let me go.
I’m sorry...
If it’s the last thing I ever say,
or the last thing you hear of me,
I’m sorry.
May 1, 2020
May 1, 2020 at 1:53 AM UTC