A voice is like a raindrop,
       lost in the downpour.

                It is easily washed away.

that old song by
eric church still
makes me hurt

anything that
moves, the green
grass and the trees
turnin' colors, I'm
sittin out on the porch
beggin' them leaves
not to fall,

I'm not ready
I tell them, what new
girl's soul have you settled
in, made your nest in the
rafters like I did in your ribs--
you remember,
girls like me

girls like me.

Cold
Cold
Cold

All I feel walking through a frozen life filled with grey faces.

Until I catch her eyes,
And oh her sweet eyes heat up my soul so fast I get dizzy and loose my breathe.

Just one glimpse and my whole life turns on, like flipping a light switch.

One glance and my life was flooded with color and warmth.

Warm
Warm
Warm

He’s falling for me
Falling farther than me
Planting himself at the bottom
Thinking I’m going to join him

I’m looking over a cliff
A cliff overlooking his meadow
A meadow for me
For him
For us

A dark sky rests ahead
A layer between us
while I’m resting on the cliff
and while he’s planted down below

He’s in love with me
In love with me
Making plans for our future
Thinking I’ll be his future

The storm hasn’t arrived
The time is inevitable
I’m closer to the edge
And soon I will fall

I don’t want to fall
Into the meadow
I want to stay put
And back away from the cliff

The height is our barrier
My barrier
To say the least
Though it’s invisible

Above me rests a plan
A plan far above me
I can almost reach it
If I back away from the cliff

No barrier exists
In his eyes
In his eyes
My heart cannot be shown

We’re miles a part
My words pull us in
Pull us closer together
My words, “I love you”

His words, “I love you”
They mean very little
Our words, “I love you”
Pushing me off the cliff

I’m standing on the cliff
Overlooking his meadow
A night sky approaches
Where all is seen is hidden

I’m standing on the cliff
I’m inching toward the bottom
One more step
I shall fall

I’m falling
Falling for him
And when I reach the bottom
I shall not wake up

I'm young and obliviously unworldly,
I cry and plead on my knees,

There's a black cloud up in my air,
But I smile, despite all this despair,

I've been shattered and knocked down,
But I still walk -with a halo being my crown,

"It's not about happiness but the worst days" they said,
"When you will learn to fly and not mourn instead."

I'm a secret you're strangely thrilled for,
The old mystery which could never go forth,

They pulled me to the ground but I rose higher,
Whenever I walked out of my shelter, my eyes were drier,

I keep a scabbord which you can't see,
Filled with sobs, words and vengeful dreams

I’m obsessed with pain
Because pity comes with
Fighting my own made-up fights
“How do you know what I go through!?
How can you possibly understand!?”
I wish I could say those words
Yet they remain locked in verse
Every waking moment I rehearse
Front to back and back in reverse
Cause maybe if I keep yelling
To myself
I’ll start to believe
My own delusions
This confusion
The illusion
That I’m in pain when really I’m not

I want to hurt so that I can say:
“You’re hurting me, please go away.”
And yet I always stay

I'm drifting
through my dreams,
occasionally colliding
with a hint of certainty.
I'm higher than I seem,
fighting the concept
of reality as a means.
I'm lost in the sky.
I can't remember why,
but life is just easier
when I get a little high.