There are pieces inside of everyone;
some lovely, some genuine, some tenacious, some sad.
we all have a name, a future to claim,
yet we sit back and wonder why the other got it first.
why is he or she or whom or him better than all of us?
are we tired? are we unintelligent? are we less than golden and successful?
who, I ask, are you not to be?
it isn't the clothes you wear nor the walk you walk.
It is the talk you talk amongst the gossip; standing up for a soul and showing you are brave to be hurt.
The more you push the less you have to give.
So push every day for the rest of your life.
And someday, someday you may be who you are to be and your pieces will collide and mesh and form something wonderful.

The truth is, I am breaking but I’m not broken just yet.
I know there will always be leafs falling from trees, I’ll never climb
& seasons changing somewhere I’ll never stand
but today I wrote a haiku on the back of my work schedule
and it felt cheesy but I smiled
& there’s something to be said for moments like that;
the ones you share with no one,
memories you create with yourself
that make you wanna go outside and stare into the sky,
just because you can.
And yeah, I haven’t felt a fresh pair of lips against my forehead in quite some time,
and I still ache to be told those comforting lies
but there’s something peaceful about the way
I refuse to allow my will to learn and to write and to know
to become a casualty of any war I wage against myself.
And so, maybe, I’ve fallen out of love with teenagers singing in coffee houses
because I just don’t feel like I fit in with them anymore
and maybe I’ve lost a certain charm that used to exist behind my teeth
and roll off my tongue with the spit and the wine
but I will never fall out of love with the way coffee tastes on Sunday morning
and I still kiss my scars, even when I create them.
I guess, January just always felt like a decision, for me.
It makes the continuation of my existence feel optional.
Well, this is my life. I don’t want it all of the time,
but I’m gonna stick around because I can see
the sun peeking through these dark blinds
and I know there's still light behind these tired eyes

The night is dark
and I am too
the sun is gone
and so are you