If I were a lantern
I'd light your way
I'd keep you company
At the end of everyday

If I were a kayak
I'd get you home safely
No matter the weather
Currents are rough lately

If I were an umbrella
I'd keep you dry
I may attract lightning
But only a few times

If I were a chef
You'd have perfect dinner
Everything so tasty
You might start wishing you were thinner

If I were a house
You'd have a home
Cozy at best but
You'd never be alone

If I were a statue
I'd watch over you
Perhaps a little eerie
But its what I'd like to do

If I were a wifi router
You'd have unlimited speed
No waiting for hours
Instantaneously download your needs

If I were a lover
I'd be the cheesiest one
Flowers, chocolates, jokes
Whatever you want for fun

If I were a millionaire
You'd never need a thing
I'd take care of all your needs
Only a smile you need bring

If I were an actor
I'd struggle I admit
I don't like being fake
For you I'd do it for the bit

If I were a teapot
Your cup would always flow
Energized or relaxed
Either way I've got honey ready to go

If I were an outlet
I'd charge your cords
Endless hours of digital entertainment
so you are never bored

If I were in love
The ink would fill my pen
But it seems I'm not
So it's random thoughts until then

Always and never
at the same exact time,
infinitely wondering about you
in rhyme.

It's painful and numbing,
and soothes me to sleep
yet keeps me wide awake,
dry-eyed
until I weep.

A memory of nothing
that was everything to me-
such a little long time
amidst the grand scheme.

A golden ticket to rot in hell,
a barren fate
I'll accept very well.

An altering strand
in a web of conscience,
my previous beliefs
now all make me nauseous.

A single star
with no constellation,
believe it or not-
my soul’s favorite destination.

I wish it never happened,
but I’d do it again
just to reprioritize
the time we would spend.

It’s not quite missing,
and I wouldn’t call it an ache;
my heart is perfectly fine
until she starts to break.

But if I unknew you-
if you just stayed a dream-
I’d know I’d never have to deal
with the relieving pain of your leave.

"No" lives inside my throat
Escaping only when comfortable,
not when needed

No to quests that remove me from my safe zone,
along side companions whom I love.
Yes when no is too fearful of actions of those seated higher above.
No to praise that would inflate my ego,
Yes to critique that douses all flames

"No" lives inside my throat
And she's been there since I can remember