"My beloved Patience, you are as beautiful as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, and as awesome as an army with banners. Your eyes are like the pools of Heshbon, your lips are like a thread of scarlet, and your love is like a garden of spices. You are my rose, my lily, my everything. Your patience and love captivate my heart. Forever yours, my love."

I'm afraid of failure
Of becoming a burden
But above all, I'm afraid
Of hurting the ones I love
And ending up alone...

Yet I'm here, I've shown
In the face of my demons
And screamed at them
That they'll never take
The very best of me

So I may not be fearless
I'm quite fine with that
For I'm brave

I lie
and
I lie
and
I lie

I hide my behavior
to keep you safe.

I keep quiet
not to offend you.

I agree with you
to keep you happy.

I walk on eggshells
for you and
it’s never enough.

I lie
and
I lie
and
I lie

but when the truth
arrives at that
final moment;

jaws will drop
plates will shatter
dogs will growl

and
you’ll be long gone
after seeing what
a ghastly beast
I am

but for now

I lie
and
I lie
and
I lie

to keep us
together.

the secret of life is simple and two-prong
one, you gotta be LUCKY
two, appreciate things when they’re good
because they won’t be good forever
don’t sweat the small stuff
the big stuff’s coming

I tired of living by the pen,
in ink that never changed,
in words that never satisfied,
staring blankly from a page.

I wished to climb the mountains,
like some wild child free,
seeking answers not in stories,
but the rhythm of the sea.

I wished to dance the dance of life
and die the death of men,
and I never did surrender;
no, I fought until the end.

And I wrote in blood and water,
in oil and in tears,
painting whispers on the ceilings
of the places I had feared.

I etched them into mountainsides,
for others there to find,
and a trail of ink was all I saw
when at last I looked behind.