Mother gave
me a blade

Mine was pink,
hers was purple

It was a useless sharp thing
that’s always in my drawer

One night,
I reached for the blade,
and it felt like my
mother’s embrace  

Every time I used it,
I was being released
from all my pains

Thank you, mother

You're made to be loved and not to be abused
You're made to be respected and not to be cheated
You're made to be cherished and not to be defiled
You're made to be appreciated for your commitment and not to be ridiculed
You're made to be comforted and not to be bothered by undeserved stress
You're made to be politely treated and not be emotionally wounded
You're made to be satisfied with all care and affection and not to be frustrated with tension
You're made to dwell in peace with your partner and not to be depressed and shattered
Relationship needs regular reminders of what you mean to one another

I find it strange
This eerie feeling
It is too quiet to move
The demons might wake up
And then I would too

It find it strange
I dyed my hair blue
But when I turned the lights out
Nothing has changed
I still feel blue

I find it strange
This morepork no longer calls
It used to call for hours
Maybe it died
Or left for other views

I find it strange
Did you see the moon and the stars?
This night feels off
This bed does not feel right
The covers feel too close

I find it strange
Nothing has changed
But everything feels wrong
I think I will just write
Till the sweet dreams come

Your heart was never made for two
I thought as I stared at the autumn blue