Tis only 7 o'clock and life already has me down
With the solemn tick tocks of the clock
And the feeling of time passing
The only consolation that tomorrow might actually
Get
Here
The vague sense of not belonging is plaguing me
Once again
But I can't seem to shake it
No
Not this time
The wind howling my name outside my window
Knocking it's icy fists on the panes
Tryin' to get in and shake my
Bones till they rattle in their sockets
So I huddle under the covers of my bed
And
Hope
Nothing comes in
Because it's
7 o'clock
And life has already beaten me down

One day when you're lost
And you do not want to live
Just remember me

We had Indian food that night. And you said you liked it even
though you didn’t finish your meal. I sat next to you and
watched football even though I had homework to do. I moved my feet
to fit under your legs and hoped that the touch was stirring feelings in you like it to me.
When I looked out of the corner of my eye,
you weren’t staring at me like you normally did. And when our knees touched
you didn’t look me in the eye. I think I knew things were different
when your face didn’t light up when you saw me; when I could feel your heart race
when she texted you, but not when I smiled at you. I don’t have the right to feel these things,
but it doesn’t mean I don’t.
we haven’t spoken in twenty two hours and every second
you’re not around I feel like I’m being held under water and am
choking on my own breath. This isn’t a break up but all I feel
is you letting me go and me letting it happen.
“I just want to kiss you and make all the pain go away.”
I may not be her but I am me and I really want that to be enough.
I am here waiting even though you told me not to.
I am here waiting to pick up all the little pieces of you and fit them into all the missing pieces of me.
That day you held my hand and said it felt right,
I’m sorry I didn’t answer; I’m sorry I let your words hang in the air and then fall to the ground.
This is me trying to show you how I feel, in a poem you’ll never see.

I want to sit next to you on this couch and watch King of the Hill.
I want our knees touch and to belong to each other like they had for so long.
I want to feel all the emotion you have to give that I was once so scared of.
This is me trying to show you how I feel, in a poem you’ll never see.

The smell of burnt goodbyes
and strawberries
surrounded her

Battle scars displayed
down her arms
up her legs
across her hips

The smile on her face
didn't match
the blue in her eyes
and the red on her skin

She had lost the war
Her mind turned purple
and it all went black

She's such a smooth talker
She could talk the rust right off of a nail
Given a chance at a Saturday dance
She could talk the slow out of a snail

I saw her wake up one morning
And talk the sun into sharing its shine
Then she went into the garden
And talked the melon right out of its rind

We went down to the ocean
Where she talked the blue out of the sea
That's the day I remember
She talked the love straight into me

My girl, she could talk a flower
Into giving its fragrance away
She could also talk the words out
Of a mute man with nothing to say

I took her to the park
She talked the kanga right out of the roo
That's the day she talked me
Into saying I love you

I've even seen my baby
Talk an ant out of its picnic lunch
One day on the side of the highway
A hitchhiker gave her his thumb

Whenever she plays storm chaser
This girl talks the wind out of its breeze
But she's not the only smooth talker
I talked her into marrying me

And when I'm filled with solitude, silence, and sin
and the warm smell of nothingness seeps its way in
I hear the bell tolling and your voice in my head
so I start to clean up all your words that I bled
When I reach out for you, feel the coldness of air
Miss the grace of your skin, and the smell of your hair
And the raindrops start falling, mist in my eyes
Find there's nothing as hard to swallow as that last goodbye