I found you slumped on the kitchen floor
Arms wrapped around yourself as you gaze at the tile pattern
It's times like this when I can't tell
What's going on inside your mind
All I can tell is that your thoughts seem to be going
200 miles an hour
Spiraling from one misery to the next
When you notice my stare
You get up claiming to need some air
And what can I do but leave you there?

It won’t be like last time
It will never be like last time
Never again

"I think I love you"
I confess in a whisper
And I can see in her daffodil eyes
The doubt and despair
That tear her apart

A gorgeous sort of sadness
Consumes me
The kind you want to inhale
And hide away in your heart

.

God must hate me
If he allowed me to
Fall in love with
One of his angels

Another night in which I find myself arguing with God
As he mutter about how lost my mother is
I tell him, "But my mother hits me"
"She ignores me"
"She doesn't care about me"
And yet he continues with his mutter
Forgetting about my troubles
And all I can do is shout,
"She HATES me!!"
Yet once again he doesn't seem to hear me
I get it
No one does

The wind blew against my face
Whipping dark hair along with it
My toes brushing the ground beneath me
As the swing lightly rocks me back and forth
Holding me in a soothing embrace that my mother never could
As light specks of rain began to speckle the cement
The swings lets out a screech
Metal against metal
And as I rock back and forth
A melody is heard
This little swing set
Seems to be playing a sad tune
For me

It was plain for anyone to see
That you and me
Was a terrible idea
Seems you cannot
Build a relationship
Simply off of love.