I wonder, what do you think about..
As those empty walls surround you,
Do they feel like they are closing in.
Do you ever glance through the metal bars eager to see me whispering by...
Do I ever cross your mind when you stare up at your ceiling
Or am I just wasting wishes,
staring at mine.

There's the high,
And there's the low
Oh, but the numbness in the middle,
Feels most like home to me.

Silly how you can pack 8 years into 30 boxes
Move them away and pack them into a closet
Like it never happened.
Out of sight of mind.
Silly that you think I can do the same
When I wake up everyday
And see three faces.
Both of your daughters.
And my own blurred in the mirror.
The ones you left behind.
With nothing left from 8 years
Just 30 boxes in a closet of remorse.

Sad but I feel like nothing
Still but I am sick at the sea
waves inside my stomach swaying
washing away from you and me
Taking me to the bottom of the ocean
Sinking through our used to bes.

Why don't you
save it.
I'm so tried.
Halfway apologies
Half answered prayers.
Its always
one sided.
Bittersweet conversations
Vacant blank stares
I wish i could
save it.
Why don't you?

He reminds me I wasn't enough
ill never be anything
He reminds me that I'm ungrateful
Silly girl you should follow your orders
He reminds how little I've accomplished
All hes done for me.
He reminds me im lazy, unmotivated, useless
He reminds me what ill lose if i leave
He dangles it there over my head
Along with all the empty promises
He reminds me that im crazy,
And No one listens to the crazy.
He reminds me that bones can break, and joints snaps
He reminds me how I bruise easy
And my heart has scars words reopen
He reminds me he loves me.
All this is just him loving me.
Its hard to love me, he reminds me.
I asked for this, I loved him, I picked him, he could have picked anyone but
He picked me
I'm so lucky, he reminds me
I signed up and stuck around.
But oh how hard it is to leave when he reminds me...
Please.

I dont know when and I dont know how,
But the day will come when you say i am happy and you are certain you mean because you feel at peace deep within the core of your being, where the world stands still for just a moment, as your face lights up and cracks at the seams. Oh how I have missed that smile. The day will come where the boulder heaviness that made residency between your ribs, will fly away like birds let loose from the cages. The day will come when the disturbance you have come to know as love, will no longer be an interruption of your accord but be revealed as stability as your eyes open to the worth you hold. The cacophony inside your head will hush down into a calming stillness. And you will be still. And in all this the day will come where you are no longer a prison inside your own jail of bones, but the queen inside her vessel graced with unfailing warmth and contentment. I dont know when and i dont know how. But I can promise, the day will come, your flame will reignite and your wild fire will burn the whole world of worries, and pains away.