I miss you in music,
and shared excitement.
The love for nights
and pointless hysterics,
just for the hell of it.
You took over me
the way bass floods your body
In your favorite song,
In that moment, you belong.

I woke to piano,
Fell asleep to you breathing,
My head on your chest.
You said you couldn’t sleep right,
Without me.
Before we went to bed,
Our routine was to brush our teeth.
We’d wake to
strawberry fields forever.

my smile Inspired
The music in your hands.
You wrote songs about me,
You were my piano man.
Before the music stopped,
the future was ours.
We look into each others eyes,
To map our stars.
I’ll never forget,
the first time you called me beautiful,
We sat around the fire,
As you played me your guitar.

I can be a lot of fun
until you get to know me.
You’ll want me around
for a good time,
But never long enough
for the keep.

You’ll eventually think I’m mean
because I love to hate men.
I go from 0 to 100,
And I never think twice
before I hit send.

If only I could learn to let **** go.
Learn how to trust someone
for who they are,
Instead of having them
pay the same debts,
from the same old scars.

They say healing is lonely
But they never tell you
That the silence
will suffocate you.
Pressing down on
every square inch
Of your body.
Forcing you to feel
the weight of letting go
of who you were
For who you need to be.

fourth of july,
night sky.
sparkling lights
ands fireflies.
hands together,
and you were mine.
we smoked,
until we could fly.
i never felt,
so right.

two years later,
youre not around.
but when i look
to the sky,
it’s the fourth of july.
sparkling lights
and fireflies.
i never felt
so right.

fourth of july,
night sky.
sparkling lights
ands fireflies.
hands together,
and you were mine.
we smoked,
until we could fly.
i never felt,
so right.

two years later,
youre not around.
but when i look to the sky,
on the fourth of july,
im back with you,
in our small town.

As far as I am concerned
Your mother and father should get on their knees.
Mutter seven Hail Marys,
Repent their lives away to me.

The night you fell to my bed,
your faced turned blue.
Hitting you as hard as I could,
I knocked the life back into you.

My quick thinking,
allowed you to breath new life,
But hand to god,
if I knew what I know now,
I would have thought twice.

But he worked so hard
To build his career!
I think to myself
before submitting his name to smear.
Neglecting the humiliation ritual
he effortlessly performed on me.

Three years went by without a peep,
but out of the blue,
he used my vulnerability
as I hung myself with it,
so easily.

Is it just me?
To feel, as a woman
is it just easy
to give up
and hard to give in?
Easier to be as small as I can be,
to put the entire world at ease.
Release all this self-inflicted anxiety,
get on all fours,
get on my knees.
Hand over my autonomy.
Find some sort of peace
in the patriarchy.