Like a perfectly mixed recipe
A ray of sun, for her to bask under
A few drops of rain, to wash away her imperfections
Lots of healthy soil, for her to build strong roots
Fresh air, for her to sing when no one is listening
Give her just a bit to bake and soon you'll see
She grows towards the light like the tallest sunflower
Always chasing hope, always standing above the rest of the garden

Head weak
Can't sleep
Neck deep
Eyes weep
Thoughts creep
Words bleep
Sirens beep
Long ******* week

Burdened by her memory
Tortured by the ghost of his former

Whips and ropes
Beaten and restrained
He welcomes the punishment

She leaves him in the spring
For him the winter never ends
Even as the seasons come and go

One day he'll learn
Obligation is her errand
Her love remains in the seed

It never blooms until she's gone
One day he hopes to take it in
Even the lost need flowers

Not this time
My hands aren't that empty
My lips aren't that lonely
My heart isn't that longing
My eyes aren't that weepy
My mind isn't that restless
I am not so hopeless
That every word from my mouth concerns you
I am not so forgotten
That every thought in my head describes you
This one isn't about you
It isn't about my regret
It's definitely not about my insecurity
I'm not pretending I'm fine
Just because you're not mine
And that surely did not rhyme

Peeking out under the rock on my back
It cripples me, and saves me from the pyre
Serving me as both a weight and a flak
Still fragged by shrapnel from overhead fire

O Tantalus, much more than a story
How greedy was he, grasping for a drink
Just treading water that's plenty for me
Deeper underwater I feel I shrink

Alone, I put the rock on my own back
Or rather, like a bug I crawled under
The light, often avoided in the cracks
For my sin and greed, there is no sunder

I cannot remove myself from my sin
I deeply need my god and savior
Without salvation I wear grossly thin
I should daily thank him for his favor

A rocky bond at first, we solidified our kinship with mud blood and trust
Not only did your iron sharpen mine, and mine yours
But I laid my sword at your feet when you hadn't one
Brothers in the valley and kings on the mountain
David and Damocles
I, David, failed miserably as a king, as all I knew how to be was a peasant
A prisoner of his own brother, you draped my rainbow coat on my shoulders like the spots of  a *****
Nothing short of imperfect, I was never meant to lead, but I was always faithful to you, surrendering in humility
The sword over your head, inscribed with lies and deception
Not only did you ignore the blade, destined to pierce your own heart
You cut it down, and pierced both of us
You spilled my blood like water, while believing you bled wine
Maybe so, but the fermented fruit of your disloyalty will always taste sour to me