There are too many songs
written about love.
What about putting ourselves first
and caring about security?
Can one be happy without a great
significant other?
Sure love is great.
I like the songs that are about
all the great complications.
Music beats any unpleasant noise.
The notes and lyrics beat any
whining.
Feelings are ignored since there is
too much and too many people to
deal with.
Listen to the music.
Not every message will be right for all.
Write your own music.
Express your feelings no matter the lack of common
share.
To the alternative acoustic who writes about their
newborn child.
For the rapper writing about the children in the neighborhood without a chance.
The opera singer who sings for when we let go.
The pop star who expresses the joy of being
single again.
And how about the rock star honoring their new electric guitar.
So many feelings,
so many meanings.
Forget the right and wrong.
Just listen, write, and feel.

To have and to hold.
Hands turning pale and letting go.
Every possibility
that has been vanished.
Every mind that changes
may or may not feel regret.
Being myself and being me
never was or has been a chore.
Men who disapprove
are no wusses but boys.
Women who gossip about me are no
******* but girls.
I can't always fight being insecure
as it holds me like a little baby.
I find my place,
I stand like a grown up with
my eyes on the prize.
The prize isn't romance.
I wait on no prince I let the time happen.
The prize is to be loved for who I am
by the right people.
And that is all I look for.

It takes a brave being to
walk a bridge and get over it.
They still think as they pace the wood.
Don't jump off.
Let go of the burden not your life.
Things will get better.
Decency isn't too rare.
Letting go is never too late.
We all do it sometime in our lives
relative to the necessities of work and
exercise.
Ignore the iron gates at the sides of the bridge.
They hold us in like our imagination.
Just walk forward,
and be steps away from the bothersome
encounters of the past.
Don't look back.

The strength carried as I am happy
to be unwanted
can be overruled by these feelings
of the right thing and prayer.
We don't always get it.
Never is it worth the fight.
Urge to lay side by side
and have someone treat these blue eyes like a river.
My camera has gone to waste,
this account is a trap.
Rather poor judgement and
insecure stance between all who are welcome.
Love may not be the right thing for this is the time
I cannot abuse.
How I know I always loved to have a man gaze into my blue eyes like a river.
Just believe that the time will come around again.
What goes around comes around.
Like the reflection and ability to see ourselves in a river.
I will see myself standing alone,
I am not going to cry a river
over love that is not there at the time for me.
Let the others have it.

It doesn't matter what it really is.
I want to rip off my label,
but it is attached to me on the inside.
Doesn't define any part of me.
I can be brilliant in the rarest ways.
Don't you dare look at me
and say things are so hard for me.
Never will I let you call me different.
I have two ears and one mouth.
Like everyone else, I don't always use them in
proportion.
I am naked under my clothes,
same as the rest of the world.
I can only express what's inside
through my words.
Sometimes it is done for me.
I feel no humiliation for the things I have to work on.
What have you worked on today?
Who do you care about?
Do you see past my label?
The truth about the label is,
it's hardly nothing.
It's not me.
I'm not it.
Tells me what to work on.
What are you working on?

This is no ****-You,
this is no I-Hate.
I am not thanking you for any
memories.
I am not seeking revenge.
My head is no shelter,
I cannot keep you in my head
anymore.
My heart is no blanket.
I cannot keep you
tucked in.
Maybe I was wrong,
so I scared you away.
I am not hoping you will fall
to your knees and beg to come
back.
Whatever is meant, and whatever the choice is,
I'll be cool.
You were so beautiful as you stood before me.
Gazing and smiling right into my
eyes.
You saw the real me,
I see the real you.
Love now sounds hopeless,
friends sounds like something neither of us
gives a **** about.
The pain-in-the-*** I was
and the hell you and I went through.
And there were the sweet and lovely conversations.
Leave it.
It's over.
If it comes around once more onto my shoulders,
very well.
But I must let you go.
There's the door,
walk away,
and just be gone if that is what you want,
all I want is for you to be
happy.

Forget me,
I'm through with all of you.
Tricked me into thinking I
was loved and well
thought of.
I understand that what I dealt with
wasn't right for you.
I knew and saw
as time went on
I could not be in the back corner of the photographs
anymore.
I won't burn them
because either way these are memories.
How I can no longer remember
being the one everyone ignores
anymore.
So in a way,
I thank you for letting me go.
I cannot play it cool for you
anymore.