Every night and every day
In every way
I dream of you
And every word that I would say
If things should change
But they never do
Each time I think I see your face
Or hear your voice
In someone new
It leads to one more lonely night
In sleep or wake
To dream of you

You know, I almost called the other night.
Almost.
I’d like to think that
you would’ve almost picked up,
and I would’ve almost said something.
It’s a good thing I’ve almost lost your number;
I could get lonely someday
and forget that you almost wanted to stay.
I forget a lot nowadays.
I almost called the other night, you know.
But I’ve learned that “almost”
only counts in “I love you’s”
and “goodbye’s”.
Maybe I’ll almost sleep tonight.
It’s strange that I keep dreaming
about the night we walked around the city.
I always end up on the park bench
by your house,
waiting.
I’ve almost stopped wishing you’d show up.

My words,
Sit on the edge of,
Silence and Noise.

I am a lot of things.
But not everything I'd like to be.
And in this I find myself
To be worthless. Boring.

I am not the crashing waves
I'm not the burning fire
Or the rumbling, sturdy ground.
Or the breeze or wind.

Why, oh why, can I not be
Everything that seems so exciting.
Why am I stuck,
In this flesh and blood?
Far away from my dream.

there are a few things,
that are truly,
unforgetable....
your smile,
my friend, is one of them.

But what are chains? I hold myself in this place.

This is it.
The final time
that you will push me around
or hurt me so much
that I spend the night in tears.
You obviously do not care about me
No, not at all.
So I am done
with you and your *******.
Those were the final tears,
the final time, that I wasted on
someone as awful as you.
So please,
show yourself to the door.
And do not come back.
You are not welcome.
I won't apologize. Not to you.
Not again.
Never again.