Wake up
Walk dog
Get dressed
Brush teeth
Go to work
Clock in
Put on a smile
Deal with people
Scream internally
Make drinks
Make mocha
Clock out
Go home
Walk dog
Eat food
Watch T.V.
Play games
Go to sleep

Start again tomorrow

This year will be about me.
It will be my Zen year!
The year I take interest in Yoga,
The one that makes me care for me.
This time around a move is going to happen.
I'm becoming an adult,
Finding more of myself.
This year I continue my soul search!
My future is bright, I just know it!!

You were never mine,
yet, I feel my heart breaking.
You were never mine,
yet, I can't let you go.
You were never mine.

That night,
it plays in my head
like a broken record.

That night,
I see it all again
like it's happening again.

That night,
it's my nightmare.

When we have those nights,
the ones where we do nothing,
it makes me happy.

On those nights,
all I want to do is hang out,
that would make me happy.

I love those few nights,
when we're almost all together,
they make me smile.

Nights like tonight,
where we could even hang out
in Subway, and still have fun!

*Nights like these,
They bring me joy!

You think it's over,
then it hits you.
It has only just begun.
The running,
the yelling,
the fighting.
Dear lord,
It has only begun.
I'll try to get out,
doubt I'll have much luck.
Running won't help,
Yelling either,
Fighting will just make it worse.
But how,
how can I get out?
How would I do this?
Why, why me?
I'm nice.
I'm good.
But still this happens, to me.
Me only.

Yet again it's suddenly August, the 8th month of the year.
Where did the rest of the year go?
It's almost gone.
This year has been amazing though!
Velcro and Matt have come into my life.
(Two adorable kittens)
I got engaged, I've started to feel more adult like.
Yet the year is still flying by!
I just want it all to slow down!
Well kind of, I want March to be here.
March 20, 2017 I change my name.

I hear the choking sound,
                  turn around
I see the boy, the tree, the pink leash,
                  pink, why pink
I touch the boy, his skin is ice, Why?
                   he's so cold
I feel the fear and tears,
                  do not cry
I speak the words, "Michael? Wake up, you're gonna be in trouble!"
                   *he's gone

Take me as yours,
Please?

I'll be a good girl,
Maybe a bit bratty at times,
But I'll be good for you.

Pretty, pretty please?
Anything you ask,
Your wish is my command.

Ready to take my first steps,
To run away,
Run into your arms.

I was just about done,
Money saved up
ready to run, right to your arms.

You left.
No clue why.
You once said,
You were afraid of getting hurt,
Guess what,
I was too.

Sitting
and
Waiting.

                                            Waiting
                                             and
                                            Sitting.
All day.
I've waited for a text.
A message.
Something.
                                               I can't help
                                               but fear the worst.

Thanksgiving hasn't even passed.
Your lights are up,
I can tell you're debating on the tree too.
But Thanksgiving isn't even here yet.
We try to skip the turkey and stuffing,
All because of the department stores.
They've been all Christmas-y since July!
Don't rush the holidays,
Stop and enjoy some turkey.

A summer
      to remember,
The loss of
      our innocence,
The taste of
      a kiss
             beneath the stars,
Just a few simple things
      to make our
             *summer memorable

If you fall for a player,
      you better be tough.
They’ll not pick you up
      once you’ve fallen,
nor will they stop
      to check if you’re
            still breathing.
Players are players.
They’re in it for the game.
If that is so, then
       *am I just a pawn?

One I could easily call "home"
it's a place for safety
one where I can let my feelings flow
I don't have to be afraid here...
it's my safety blanket
Hello Poetry,
the place I stumbled across
then never left....
*This place is right where I belong!

We want you to see,
To show you our secrets.

This is a safe place.
I feel vulnerable,
Yet safe here.

Please,
Be gentle.

You,
the one with the pretty eyes,
that nice smile,
the dreads you once had,
I'm over you.

You,
the one with the kind eyes,
amazing coffee skills,
the truly amazing words,
I'm here.

I see your face,
        hear your voice your laugh,
                 feel your joy,
                       smell your smell so clean and crisp
Your eyes, they look sincere, but your voice seems confused,
          Your joy, it's changed, it's different somehow.
                   Your smell, it's different, less innocent in a way.
That sentence, is it true?
         *What's it mean to hang yourself?

Do you know what I think of when I hear your name?
         I think of someone cruel and ugly.
                   The type of person mean enough to kick puppies!
                            Honestly, the one person that even Mother Theresa would hate.
                                    No one can fix you,
                                             No one can put you back together.
                                                    You're just a broken little person.
                                             Who will one day understand,
                                     Understand the reasons for the hatred,
                            The reasons for the sadness!
                  One day you will see,
        You will be no longer blind,
You will see why we hate you,
        You will look into our eyes, and see the pain you caused.
                  Our fear is your fault.
                            Yours, and yours alone.
                                    How could you not know,
                                             *What you've caused?

You never know where,
Or how,
Or when.
You just know someday,
Sometime,
Somehow.
It will happen.
One way or another.

You know what?
I'm just here,
waiting.
Waiting for the day,
when you make that
choice.
You know what I'm
talking about.
The choice that finally says,
"I love her, it was all a lie."
Yea,
that
one.
I can feel it coming on,
she's your ex, but
I was once too.
Now though,
I'm your new
You dear, You should be
focused on us.
On our relationship.
It's torn dear,
my family hated you until now.
They're just starting to
warm up to us, you and I.
Don't **** us up,
I love you
In 8th grade, you my dear, you said
             Today,
               Tomorrow,
                 and
                Forever.
     That's how long I'll love you.
You see dear,
I remember that.
I remember the date,
what we were doing.

*I remember it all....
          from our first kisses to the last

When I lie awake at night, I think of you.
                                                            ­                                                                 ­               I think of you too
When I close my eyes to sleep, I see your face.
                                                           ­                                                                 ­           Your's is all I can see
When I finally dream, you are the main character.
                                                      ­                                                                 ­     You're the princess in mine
When I wake in the morning, I swear I hear your voice.
                                                          ­                                              Your's is the melody that awakens me
You're so much a part of me, that
                                                                ­                                      *I don't know where you end and I begin

I want to:
see your 'good morning' smile
wake up to you looking down at me
be able to look up at you

I need to:
hear your voice in the morning
go to sleep listening to your voice
look in to your eyes and know that I'm all you see.

I have to be:
held by you
loved by you
touched only by you.