Color me with
Your beautiful lies
So I can watch the
Distance between
Us grow.
Color your lips
On mine with
Your red lipstick
And I’ll watch
The sparks fly
From within
My heart.
Color me you
And I’ll
Earn back the
Trust I lost.

i am in prison
but it’s not what you think.
there are no bars.
no chains.
there are no scheduled visitations
except for the demons
that visit me in my nightmares.
and the monsters under the bed
That greet me
When I wake.

Instead, i am
imprisoned by my own
tumultuous thoughts of anxiety
and contrition

i am in prison
made from my own
imaginary friends.
and i can’t seem
to find
release.

I am no poet.
I am simply the product
Of my heart’s contrition.
My emotions bleed
Through my words on a page,
But I am no poet.