for the first time, i am sitting in a coffee shop
alone, eating a snack
very out of character
in the mood for poetry, although i do wish i had a hot coffee
it feels natural to be here
there are people enjoying their afternoons, reading and browsing on their computers
a happy family that does not know each other
peace :)

tomorrow, yesterday, two weeks from now or eight years later
all to you with no second thoughts
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Don't you dare mourn for me,
I know you never cared,
You left me hanging on a tree,
Say "I love you" You never dared.

Don't you dare mourn for me,
You never loved me anyway,
I loved you and that's the "tea",
These words I needed to say.

Don't you dare mourn for me,
All I was, was loyal,
I wish you could've finally seen,
Now I'm six feet under soil.

Please don't mourn,
I sometimes wish I were never born.

lately, I have been feeling lost
my body is no longer my home, a stranger inhabits it
I do not know her. she is cruel and evil and vile in every way
she is weak and hopeless, a mass of everything about me
that makes me sick to my stomach

this woman lies, steals and cheats
hurts those closest to her and laughs about it
everything is a joke to her, the pain and suffering, manipulation
remorse is not even a thought that crosses her mind
she is a truly sick individual

she expects everyone to be different
the opposite of her, but she doesn't even know
she is the monster she has been fearing her whole life
a mistake, some might say. they wouldn't be wrong
she will never learn, but I pray

I would like to come home
I would like to be myself again, to be whole
but I fear this woman will own me as if I was her pawn
she will use me to get close to my friends
and hurt them like the others

She has already done it.
This woman is in me now. A chill down my spine.
I need to change, or I will do the same as she has. Create pain.
I cannot be the monster I've feared. I won't.
I refuse.

In a town of warmth, light, and calm
Softly singing are the children, a slow and peaceful psalm.

Gardens drip from sleepy balconies,
Mother nature using her purest alchemy.

The sun was blooming raidantly, now resting at a burning glow,
The moon will come and say goodnight as the sleepy plants begin to grow.

Humid and soft is the moss that says hello,
Atop the pillowy sod that lay below.

Now we say goodnight as the heavenly body bathes us in its soul,
forever thankful for the earth that hugs us and keeps us whole.