fit well?
          you ask me, too many times
          if it were up to me
    i'd slip it off myself
          and we can skip the movie

You tried to count me in cups of coffee on Sunday Mornings
With each smile you added another spoonful of sugar
Every brush of my foot past your leg,
Another cream
But soon I turned into hard whisky
Straight out of the bottle on a Tuesday night
My stale, aged words stinging the tip of your tongue
Burning the back of your throat
Slowly warming you from the inside
Turns out I was never your cup of tea

So go and find the things that make you feel free

Go and find the things that make you feel alive

Maybe it’s not a whole new path

But the pretty things on the sidelines

Women sit, or move to and fro—some old, some young;
The young are beautiful—but the old are more beautiful than the young.

Remember me as a Letter
Carefully written in order to best explain
Everything it is I could not seem to say
               write me easy
               write me deeply
               write me only once.

Remember me as a Love Song
Structurally crafted lyrics filled with melodies
Sweeter than the first time we met
               sing me to your mother
               sing me to your lover
               sing me to your children

Remember me as a Poem
Metaphor coloured emotions
Putting together moments amidst events
That never really happened
But we would swear over and over
That actually did
               colour me purple
               colour me blue
               colour me Red

Remember me in your Nightmares
Think of me on those nights that simply closing your eyes
Causes fear to prickle on your skin
And adrenaline to race through your veins
               close your eyes anyway
               embrace the feeling of helplessness
               let it help you remember

Remember me when you Don't Want To
Promise to think of me in those moments when
Remembering numbs you more than feeling nothing at all
               love me easy
               love me deeply
               love me only once

Pink bubbles
Flow from the bathtub
All sizes
Yet the same
Soaring like mighty eagles
Then they just go POP!

Rapture capture, you don't understand how my body responds to meds. How handfuls have no affect. Please understand I have no regret, for all the empty pill bottles under my bed. Mom