I took a long and hilly road down to memory lane,
The trees concaving in,
Acting like a roof to the animals that scurry by.

Our house hidden back behind the pines and oaks,
That is where I grew,
Where I prospered,
That tiny house is where I learned to love,  
Where I learned love,
Doesn’t last.

The pond in the back,
Seemed to croak at night,
The rooster crowing in the morning behind us,
And now I awake with nothing but silence.

I see no roof covering my head when I walk out the door,
Everything has seemed to change,
And driving one last time down that road and onto another,
The trees seemed to wave goodbye.

We were seedlings,
I was planted on purpose,
He was planted by mistake,
But that didn't matter,
We knew each other's story.

We grew strong when our mothers cried,
We grew tall when our fathers yelled,
Young seedlings trying to fight our way through the dirt,
Weaving our way to life.

Our family trees related to one another,
Understood and were friends,
We were in the root of happiness,
The root to our happiness.

Roots eventually intertwined,
Underground secrets,
Slowly pulling me down,
Climbing up my limbs,
Wrapping his branches around my trunk.

Struggling for air,
Missing the taste of water,
Hoping to grow bigger and stronger then you.

His words like sap sticking to my brain,
You got to close,
Destroying the only thing I knew how to do,
The very thing we had taught our selves,
To grow tall and strong from the pain.

Uprooting everything good in my life,
Our family trees,
Now enemies,
Silence
Nothing but rustles of leafs.

And now having to move on and hoping one day,
The wind will pick me up,
Take me to a place of serenity,
Where I can begin again,
And grow stronger then you will ever be.

You were beside me and I saw your phone,
Scrolling, I realized it was not just me,
There was someone else, we were not alone,

I thought I knew you, but you're not well known,
You covering your face, you wanting to flee,
You were beside me and I saw your phone,

Your voice changing in a scared, afraid tone,
My heart broke and now I'm an amputee,
There was someone else, we were not alone,

In my mouth your words felt like acetone,
And you kept asking “do you believe me?”
You were beside me and I saw your phone,

Reflecting over how much we have grown,
Together, bad start to a family tree,
There was someone else, we were not alone,

We are both living in a toxic home,
Now screaming at you “just let me be!”
You were beside me and I saw your phone,
There was someone else, we were not alone…

This is to the under achievers,
To the wanna-be weight losers
Who aren't seeing results,
This is to the kids with drunken dads who only drink ***,
To the people who only received as little as bread crumbs.

This is to the children with hush quiet moms,
This is to the ones who lay in bed and
Stare at the ceiling praying for sleep,
But there is no God when you spell it dog,
Barking in your neighborhood at midnight.

There are other people like you,
Other people who know where you stand,
This is to the people who can't stand,
You, so you tell them to sit.

To the people who are always sitting,
And the people who told you to stand up for yourself,
And those selfish girls who told you to "sit down".
Those boys who told you to shut up,

This-This is for the ones who fought but didn’t win,
The battle you went into with only your fists,
While everyone else seemed to have bigger weapons.

This is to the children who cannot read,
But can read lips of their loved ones,
This is to the left hand writers who aren't writing,
"Right", this is to unrequited lovers,
Or the ones who speak "I love yous"
And don’t hear it back.

This is to the none swimmers,
For the foreign talkers who all go swimming,
Because we all sound the same underwater.

To the people who  can't  find their purpose,
To the ones who took a long walk off of a short pier,
This is to the ones who don't know how to tell a lie,
But they shake their  hips,
Because hips don't lie.

This one,
This one is for the non-believers,
To the ones who count by twos,
When there is only one piece of the cake left,
And to the ones who think everything is a piece of cake.

To the ones who wanna be like King Midas,
Who wished everything was gold,
So,
Stay gold pony boy,
It's a long road ahead of you,
And many manholes to fall into,
But don't fall in,
You'll-you'll be fine.

Yesterday my name was dreadful,
Today my name is nervous,
Tomorrow my name will be fine,
I'm fine,
Fine lies through her fragile teeth being careful not to shout,
For she might show emotion she's not ready to embrace.

Struggling to fight the words Fox-trotting across her eyes shut by her eyelids acting as heavy curtains that darken every inch of a room that was once known to carry light,

Thoughts riding in and out of "fine's" brain like ocean waves kissing the shoreline at twilight.

Yesterday her name was dreadful,
Today her name is nervous,
Tomorrow and all the tomorrow's to follow her name will forever be fine...

We take risks because we think "what are the chances of getting caught"
We know the consequences
But in the moment we go for it
We run across the field and hop over the bushes hiding from cops
The sirens in the distance fill us with excitement
Our adrenalin screaming in our brain
And the wind whispers in our ear "these are the chances you'll get caught"

Have you ever seen a rainstorm come in?
You hear little pins dropping every once in a while on a parking lot space next to your motel your staying at for the night,
then your hear it steadily speed up and see the glistening droplets reflect off the lamp posts' light,
and before you know it it's pouring on the old tin roof and your watching it in amazement,
questioning how this even happens and how you even got here but knowing when you walk out of this very motel room in the morning that the pavement will be wet and you'll say you know why because you were there when the gods cried last night