Given another option
I’d still choose this
Lessons learned
Opportunity missed
But to explain what’s felt
Cards on the table
It’s what’s been dealt
Hands up
Palms out
No malice
I can see your doubts
Don’t know how to read minds
Maybe not clear but I can make out what’s between the lines
You’d tell me that your fine
Heard it before
Cause for concern
I don’t mind working back
Peace is never given
It’s earned

A melody stuck in my head
The sound that makes me joyful
Stuck on repeat
No matter the genre
It’s constantly on play
Pause for a few seconds
Cherish ever note
Every line
Let me play your strings
You’ve already strummed mine
A song from the heart
Lyrics without a frame
Humming the chorus
For some reason I can’t remember the name

Except for the end the rest kind of ******
It lacked ******
Fun
Drugs
What did I understand?
None
Everything seemed fine
Till he decided it was time
Got up
Walked outside
Looked up at the sky
One last sigh
The screen went black
Over budget
No rewrite
Let’s assume it meant he was ready to change his life
Quite the ending

Attracted to the broken
Like myself
I yearn to be fixed
To make amends
To feel once again
To wake up to my favorite person at my side
It’s not in the cards for me
And it wasn’t for you
So broken
No matter the repairs
I’ll never feel like new
Find me in a thrift store
Along with the other gems
Marked down due to being used

All of your might
All of your time
Everything done for pride
Overlooked and thrown away
Never to be seen
Behind closed doors clean the wounds that never stop it seems
But of course it’s done for  a glimmer of hope
They’d gladly kick your stool out once you’ve tied your own rope
A time and a place
Never one to stand in single file
******* and your company
Pay me what I’m worth
I’d like to see you go an extra mile

The same record played
The same joke told
Seems like these things happen so often
They’ve gotten old
Parents using college funds to give their child a proper grave
A place we gathered and felt safe
Now treated as a shooting range
Stepping on to campus is the same as teasing death
But no one wants to hear it
So I guess hold your breath
Clutch your grips
Hope that when you turn on the news it isn’t your kids

Hard to ****
Hard to love
Hard for anyone
Hard to answer
All of the above