She came into our lives like a tornado.
She flattens and destroys.
Screaming down the love we give.
Filling the house with noise.

Little cherub face masked with angry rage.
What can I do...is this just a phase?

She calls me mommy and I'm not sure what to say.
Is being her mommy supposed to feel this way?

The days drag on and I can't deny.
My heart isn't in this and I'm not sure why.

I read her a book. I brushed her hair. I held her while she cried, but my mind wasn't there.

I held her hand. I cleaned her face. I showed her a cloud. I taught her about space.

I know what it is...I can finally see...

I'm afraid to love her because...

she doesn't belong to me.

My love was given freely
As young lovers often do
It grew like the branches on a tree
Every day a stem that's new

We watched the sun rise
Rays upon our skin
No words left unspoken
I let you in

I found some parts of you today

in the box of junk you packed for me.

Seems you wanted me to remember,

while you were forcing me to leave.

As I tore the old tape open,

and the stale air leaked outside,

I found those parts of you

and laid them out side by side.

I carefully looked them over,

the memories came flooding in.

Then smiled as I thought about

how much Ive grown since then.

You packed this box to hurt me,

and you almost had your way.

But the girl you packed this box for,

is no longer here to witness your display.

So I packed your parts back inside

that old and tattered tomb,

and I drug that box down to the curb

for the trash truck to consume.

I'm afraid that one day you'll get tired of me.
Hearing the same stories I've been telling since 2003.
Forever never lasts forever anymore. Like they said on Frozen...love is an open door.

He only says my name when he's crying
He wants to touch my skin
I can't imagine sleeping in a room he's not in.

It feels so natural to keep him near.
I don't give a **** what doctors think I should hear.

He fits perfectly next to me.
Close like he's supposed to be.
My heart on the outside.

Step away sir
Don't look into my eyes

Your compliments are surface deep

We are nothing alike
You tell lies
I live here behind this disguise

Waiting is the hardest part
I'm anticipating your face.
What is my greatest joy
Could turn to my greatest disgrace.

I'm afraid of possibilities
Afraid of what might be.

Afraid your heart will be weak
Your lungs won't allow you to speak

Afraid you will turn inward with autistic eyes
Afraid you'll use depression as a disguise.

What can I possibly do
But continue to anticipate loving you.