I am just as evil as you are.
That damming claws at my ev'ry choice,
but steadily I will hold the bar
and 'member my inner sound, my voice.

The call rings. I answer with virtue,
recalling reasons not to hurt you.
You spout your hate and project your pain;
pain - that chorus I will not refrain.

Sometimes I wince and curse the earth
and others I rinse and find rebirth.
Sometimes I lie the dead night awake
to try to burn before daylight breaks.

The saga lives, I'm tired of its tail.
I'm using all my strength to prevail.
The serpent slowly slithers around,
but again I bring the giant down.

She wore a smile yesterday, where is it today? She woke up different today sad, walking slow, ignoring everyone around her, she fakes every smile. She wanted silence and she wanted to be alone. She didn't want to fight the battle between happy and sad anymore, she wanted to be like everyone else, normal. What is considered a normal feeling? She was losing her head. She thought to herself 'if this is my normal I don't want to be anymore.' The thoughts came in her head that day. Its not common that they do but when they do she's not her anymore. Maybe she will be okay when she wakes up again. A better, happy, bubbly person. A better version of herself she was not today. I hope she comes back tomorrow.

I keep biting off
more than I can chew.

Apple juice dripped
between the seams
of my fingers.

Cold chills
ran down my spine
and I wanted to hang
onto something,
but nothing was within reach.

My memories
got the best of me,
but don’t these photos
make it look great?

Sparkly blue waters,
freckles on your face.

I hope at the time
I thought it was just the same.
I lost track of the
coffee trips,
lips kissed
and debts paid.

We made safe spots
out of living rooms
and bottles of wine
something to wash down
our problems with.

Blankets like bowls,
would always be shared;
I never thought twice
about how much you cared.

More like family or lovers
than friends-
it would seem.

While we make messes
of the night,
the time stamps on
our messages became
less relevant
and all that would be resolved
was what bodies would be tangled at dawn,
and then held up in the
morning light
and felt.

I don't want to be the goodbye in you
I just want you to be the hello in me
Don't think about making up your mind
Being a friend is not about how it ends
Time and emotion are both the same
May your feelings be the same as mine

Have you ever been madly in love?

The old man broke my reverie.

On the long faded green bench white with bird droppings
he was peering at me through his silver grey beard
looking oddly out of place in that college squire park
where only the dreamers at the prime of youth
would sit between classes to exchange love notes
and steal a kiss when the passion couldn't be reined in.

Have you ever been madly in love? he repeated,
and then as if growing impatient by my silence
mumbled, pausing between words,
like they stung him like thorns
it extracts a price been paying all my life
living with a void no other woman could fill
a commitment that breeds only pain
yet makes me insanely boastful
of being madly in love.

It was recess hour and the benches were being filled up.

How many, I wondered, would still hold hands
when the classes are over.

My love for you is strong
so strong I don't think I could carry on
without you here with me.
Your my everything, my life, my love.
And babe your the best part of me.

My love for you will never end.
My love for you is forever.
My love for you is unstoppable.
My love for you is unconditional.

Your my life, love, and best friend.
Babe your my life..