I keep cleaning up my apartment.
Thinking it will clean up my brain.

As a child we’re told
It’s sticks and stones
That will break your bones
And words that will never hurt
But what happens when
Those words continue to ring in your ear
From the sharpest of tongues
Progressing through life
Still haunting you at every turn.

I would eat my own arm
To sustain my life
In order to sustain yours

I would feed you
My own flesh to sustain yours
And stay with you ignoring my needs

Until you are grown and on your way
And then, with my life's mission done
I could fade

I never asked
for tomorrow
I think
That was you

Sometimes you think that you want to disappear, but all you really want is to be found.

I can't do brain
I can't do thoughts
I can't do friends
And I can't do smoking in parking lots

I can't do death
But I also can't do living

I can't do anything
Except for just giving
And giving

Children are like flowers

You need to treat them with care
Or else the petals will tear

They need your sweat, tears, and blood
But too much water leads to a flood

All of them are different
Yet they share the same beauty
In fact, they are all just cuties

It’s hard to keep them in tune
But in the end it’s all worth it when they bloom