Leaving, but never forever gone

Someday I will return

So until then, do not mourn.

I know you’re stubborn

But you’ll learn
that I am happy.

Love is an open door
Or whatever they say

So I'll go but leave the door unlocked

Just incase you knock.

All of this isn't just for talk
I wrote you a letter to remember me in chalk,
On the cracked sidewalk

But when it rains it pours,
Washing it away

Maybe enough to ease the burns
Or seize the pain

If my fire is extinguished,

Know that it is better than fading away.
I will go out in a blaze of glory.

I wasn’t meant to stay

Movies are made of lights and shadows
contrasts between the two
sundresses are just as much for the sun
as for disappearing in the darkness

grab her wrist before she goes
she folds in impossible ways
into a letter
and the one addressed never replies to the sender
you write to her
with hopes of returning

she is the golden gate bridge
blames herself for acts she did not commit
they jump from her with lost souls
hopes of never returning

From a snowy apartment window she pulls the curtains
the show is over
you waited until the credits
and wonder why your name wasn't on the screen
but where were you during these scenes?

darkness is in so much
there's so much in darkness

Smoke my life away
Each cigarette in the ashtray
Just taking off another day
And I pray
For rain
But these fires still remain
Just another day
Until I reach my fate
A day much too late
Slowly I decay
So I'll smoke another,
If I may
I have no shame
Death is inevitable, anyway
I'll be just the same as these ashes
As in the grave

Someday, perhaps
I will unfold
When the tide takes grasp
And you can no longer pull
Set aside all wrath
As salt water fills my skull
Leave your poison in the flask
Save my sweet soul
Without you I am not half
But I am whole

I like the way teeth are when they don't fit together
Overcrowded and coffee stained
I didn't want a string of pearls
Or an assembly line of bleached profits
Much to my dismay I was blessed with metal wires chaining my freedom down.
Two years and a mouth full of venom later they were stripped from my bones and left the enamel screaming. "Now, wear your retainer" mother says But the wiser me decides that my teeth were never meant to be straight just as my crooked mind is going straight to hell
And I like the way my best friend says my name with her tongue protruding her unaltered grin
How the 'S' sounds like a  sly snake stealing from the thrift store on the busiest corner in town
The way my heart stings as if I've been bitten
I am Medusa I try to convince myself
I cannot turn myself to stone
But there I freeze as the alarms ring

It's impossible to ask
"Who is to blame?"
When the only fault
was meeting in the first place.

Nostalgia is an illness
with no antidote.
The older we get,
the sicker we get.
Sweetness
cures the symptoms
for awhile
but eventually we’ll overdose
on our own bitterness.