Green tea equations and cigarettes and
a distinct lack of food and
dark night lovely lonely walks and
maybe tomorrow
she will wake in a life
where she can love all parts of herself.

Can you feel that?
What a wondrous sensation.
She takes cold hands and
questions and buries them
in that empty stomach that
sings loudest when she fails
at sleeping. This girl with worn patches
and an overwhelming sense of
irony; there's too much to her
but still she is not enough.

We were misfits
the neglected *******
of a backwards world
that rejected us
not because we were sick
demented or dangerous
but because we didn't prescribe
to a preconceived notion
of what a functioning citizen was.

Not rotten enough to spoil
behind the bars of a prison
just competent enough
to work menial jobs
and drown our sorrows
at the corner pub.

We swallowed this hard truth
the same way we drank our shots
with no chaser
and at times it burnt
maybe even made us tear up
but we never let it beat us
(too strong for that)

We were beautiful
resilient beasts
that could carry the weight
of the world upon our shoulders
and it was heavy
but we would tell ourselves
"doesn't every world need an atlas?"
so we went on holding up the sky
when no one asked it of us.

"I'm broke."
Why?
Why are we broken?
Who broke us?

Even though the grass is green,
And the sky is blue,
Doesn't mean my heart is red.
I smile and look happy,
But am I really happy?
My heart is blue, with all the tears
Dripping on it from missing you.
I'm only really happy when you are near me,
Holding me close, not wanting to let go,
Don't let go!
For I am afraid I'll lose you,
And never see your face again.

I feel like I'm walking on the seashore
Some ground firm, some not anymore

Reality's clear when I don't think of you
But when my mind slips, I lose that good view. 

It seems that I wallow in sand to my knees
When all I am doing is aiming to please 

But when I look to what God asks
It's easier than struggling to fulfill my own tasks.