Silly girl, you think they care?
Say your petty thing
And watch as they don't react.

Silly girl, you think they're friends?
Look for them in times of need
And watch as they aren't there.

Silly girl, since when do you have feelings?
You should have learned to live without
Look what having them can do.

Will I ever find a place
To rest my weary heart?
Will I ever find acceptance
To rest my tender soul?
Will I ever find friendship
To heal my broken heart?
Will I ever find forgiveness
To remedy what is done?

Mid-Summer in Texas
Shorts and tank tops
Lemonade and tubing
Cold beers and live music

Inside the apartment
Jeans and cardigan
Juice and sadness
Writing and Ida Maria

Within my heart
Arteries and Valves
Blood and feeling
Hurting but pumping

Of what do I have more to give?
You have my heart, soul, and faith.

What more can you want?
You have my trust, affection, and desire.

And yet I feel as if it is not enough,
As you leave me laying in disappointment.

I suppose all I have left to give,
Is my youthful naivety.

In the heat of passion
The fiery kind
Not of love,
But of anger,
Our life together
Hangs on the precipice.

The night is dark
I feel alone
And I run quickly
But you can catch me
If you want to,
And you do.

"Should I leave?"
And I can hear
The frustration.
But I curl
Into fetal safety
On the ground.

I beg you to stay
Promise I won't drink again
I'll never be this monster
I promise you the sun
And the moon
Marriage and children

You pick me up
Off the ground
And tell me you forgive me
And take me home,
Take me to bed
And hold my hair back.

I am sick
But you kiss me anyway
And promise
Not to remember this night
And that tomorrow
Will be new.

We build shelves
We cook dinner
We grocery shop
We walk the puppy
We make love
We argue quietly
We play hard

In the kitchen, there's more spice
Than lives in the cupboard.

Pressed against the door, I feel more heat
Than emerging from the stove.