It’s amazing
How much can be said
Without a single word spoken

Your eyes
Are telling
Me
What your
Mouth
Is too afraid to
Speak

Stick and Stones may break bones
But words can ****
A stick might leave a scar
And a stone a bruise
But words can cut like a dagger in you
Speak positive! Speak life!

Heard a banging on the door
Relentless
And strong
I peaked through the door hole
Someone who I thought was long gone
Took a step back in a panic
How could he be back?
Another bang on the door
Nearly gave me a heart attack
“Open up! I know you’re there” he screamed
“I know you’ve missed me!”
“No!” I reply
“Sure you have! Now let me inside”
He pushes on the door
Over and over again
I crouch down and cover my ears
Hoping for it all to end
One more push
And he’s finally inside
I run and try to find a place to hide
I feel a strong grip
That pulls me by the hand
Flipping me around
In his arms I land
“I’ve missed you”
He leans in uncomfortably close
There’s tears in my eyes
And a lump in my throat
“Did you really think that I would disappear forever?”
He asked
“Look at us. Together again at last!”
“I don’t need you! I never needed you!”
I proclaimed
“The moment you left the better person I became”
He laughed
“Is that so?”
I yank myself free of his grip
“Yes and now it’s time for you to go.”
“But...”
“But nothing!
This chapter is done.
And a new part of this story
Has begun
Your presence is not necessary
This freedom Ive obtained is not temporary
Leave!
And take your toxic atmosphere with you
And believe me when I say
We are through!”

I know...
I know you're there
Although your face does hide in the air
I see you through the glass of a window
Upon the waters surface
Tell me what is the purpose
Of these pointless games
If this keeps up
I might go insane
Show me yourself
So that I might gaze upon
your beauties gleam
Can you please reveal your mysteries to me?
Does it get lonely where you are?
Do you keep company with the stars?
Can you even hear me now?
Or is my voice but a faint sound?

She’s a preacher’s daughter
She doesn’t know anything
About the world
Or what it means to suffer
And to be in pain
She’s a preacher’s daughter
Her smiles are genuine
And not painted on
To hide the lonely heart
That lies beneath
She’s a preacher’s daughter
A role model
Never wishing to hide
From the crowd of eyes
She’s a preacher’s daughter
Always does what is right
Because she doesn’t have
An empty hole to fill
How could she?

They say the grass is greener
                                         On the other side
But what if all that green
                               Has something to hide?