the earth shakes beneath tectonic plates
a misery of mistakes weaved from the same rope that will hang the united states
as empires fall we withdraw
compassion for killjoy a complete and utter moral cleanse

dictators or dollars it doesn't make a difference
retrograde deviants persuing misanthropic leaniance
together as one bleeding out of every orface
the love of god flickers as the sign for hope is resurfaced

if you neglect yourself you will suffer, if you love yourself you will flourish.

The hardest is always day 5
Day 5 is usually when I give in, give way, collapse, lapse
Day 5 is like those Fridays when I was so far from you
Aching for you is the loudest on days like that
But then goes 5 days
5 days without talking to you
Then a week
And every second gets easier
Because I’ve been listening to music
Music I shared with you
But I’m starting to figure out it’s still mine
You never even appreciated it
So I’m reclaiming it
I’m reclaiming all of me
And I’m finding being on my own
And rediscovering myself
Isn’t an act I can do out of spite for the way you treated me
Things like this happen in time all their own
Seconds pass, minutes, hours
I read, I listen, I run, I hike, I experience
I laugh and cry and sometimes the aching still seeps in
But mostly I grow and change and heal
I have no anger for you anymore
In some odd way I'm thankful things happened the way they did
Thankful to have the chance to discover that I still have this within me
Happy to be healing

I hope between dreams
You hear my breath breaking the cold night air

I hope in slumber  
You feel my nail edges tracing your mysterious skin; warm and bare

I hope in that evening sleep
You turn and smell my tangled hair

I hope some nights you wake up
And if only for a moment, forget that I'm not there

she and I run to and from the waves
like little kids at play
at a beach on a sickeningly sweet day

we run toward the ocean and get swept up in the tide
these fickle boys that sway our life

you're always there for me when the salt water licks my wounds
and I promise I'm there for you now-even if we can't be in the same room

I guess a storm came in and made us go inside
the lightening made you cry, the thunder made you hide

but summer will come in the nick of time
you'll lay under the sunshine
with a healed heart and a free mind

now we are
where we were
where we always should have been

we've come back here
to try again
to be now who we were then