Second Chances
           Are
The dandelion seeds
Blowing wildly
In the spring breeze
They fly far
         Far
         Away
And land by
The feet of a young
         Girl
Who steps on them
In other words
They don’t exist for long

Sometimes when I’m sad, I think of you.
And when I’m lonely, I imagine you sitting down next to me.
When I get scared, I pretend you’re here protecting me.
But I’m tired.
I’m tired of pretending and living in a fairy tale.
I’m sick of wanting someone I know I can’t have.
Yet when I look up at the stars I ask God;
“Why is loving someone so difficult?”
And I swear I hear his voice answer back,
“Because love comes at a price. A price some people can’t afford, a commitment some can’t make, a heart you wish to not break, but true love does exist.”
So here I sit now sad, lonely, and scared—pretending you are here.
And I know this is a part of my fairy tale.
And I know it might not end anytime soon.
Maybe that’s a good thing—maybe I feel that just wishing you were here is the best thing to do.
For now until you are here

you chose me
use me
abuse me
physically
verbally
mentally
misuse me
you said you loved me
and then you threw me out
i am no china doll to you
only simply
a rag doll

Hello to nights
Where all control is lost
Where your mind
Is repeatedly in a reverie

Hello to nights
On rooftops
With bottles of Jack Daniel’s
All lined up
And cigarettes lit up

Hello to evenings of vertigo feelings
Because we are so high up
That looking down makes us sick.

Hello to atramentous hued eyes
Opening wide and trying to focus


Goodnight to fervent nights
Filled with lust and passion
For a person who you
Won’t remember spending any time
With tomorrow

up the cement stairs
to an old abandoned building surrounded
with scattered shards of glass
this is where you kissed me

i wanted to believe that the glass
was actually crystals
the pretty kind that your mother
tells you not to pick up
at the high end retail stores

our own private resort
our romantic getaway for two
far far away
and you smelled like sugar and spice
two things i love

so i became scared
scared i was actually becoming
somewhat interested
all i kept thinking was
i better keep my mouth shut
i better not tell him
so instead i told myself
“this is the place where the edges blur
and all I see are the stars with you
this is where I belong”
no matter how many times I said it though
i knew the one thing
i knew for sure was that
that was a lie.

and eventually before the sun went down that evening
before the temperature dropped and cold would cling to your face
it would cling to your heart first in the form of a goodbye from my lips
and that it would always be over before it really began
And that once i started walking away

i would never turn back to see
if you crying
or frowning
if i had truly broken you in anyway
or if i were just another hookup gone terribly wrong