To Think and Ponder every face
that's frowned, and to feel their
anguish and sorrow. That I might taste
of their wounded souls and Empathy in me abound.
I ask why must the lonely
be lonesome, and their hearts be
made cold, e'en though they may act lively,
They dance, but, hear no sound.
And why must they be conscious of
their "plainness"? For surely everybody feels
that doubt. Their Brains think of love
as something to lose, and never again be found.
~I resolve, feeling is Better than not feeling
Therefore, Tis better to possess a heart without sealing.

This old truck of mine has a half a tank, I think I'll see how far she rolls
Foot on the gas, hand on the wheel, and roll down the windows
That picture of you on my dash, I tossed it to the side
That note you wrote on the back I guess it was a lie
Because “I’ll love you forever” ended today
I just wish my feelings for you would die the same way
But it’s hard to convince your heart what your brain already knows
Because your heart is dumb, love is blind, and feelings come
but don’t always go

For right now, it's just longing,
With a false sense of hope.
For right now, it's hoping the spring will be able to salvage what little winter left in us.

The grounds were still frozen when you passed,
So ashes you are now,
Into the air like heavy smoke,
with no stone to remember your name.
But we will.

For right now, it's trying to make the best out of the worst,
Parties at your house are unsettling,
8 pm without drunk karaoke,
No cowboys hats,
Just the echo of Mr. Johnny Cash.

For right now, it's pretending.
That loss hasn't made its way into our daily routine,
And memories haven't cluttered into every few thoughts.
Maybe we'll feel better in another six months,
Or not,
I don't really know.

Disointed words - rickety-
Fingers wrapped - around yellow
Start - stop rythem of thoghts
How tears - fall - like a leaky faucet

did you forget
holding me.
did you forget
the storm inside and the leaking windows;
i wasn't waterproof anymore.

did you forget the burn of fire in our throats
and the smoke we breathed.
did you forget the earthquake sending tremors through me.

did you forget how much it hurts
to have each nerve snipped
so you can hollow out some space for someone else
in your already packed-full chest.

did you forget
the hot summer sun and first love
and *****-stained dresses smeared with dirt.

did you forget the hard floor and the cricks
in our necks.
mine still hurts

it still hurts