She was wild, free, but broken
With freshly shattered chains.
The neon lights called her name
And Tequila filled her veins.

Her ring finger tan line was fading
But the emotional damage remained.
She felt like she had wasted precious years
Of her youth and only herself was to blame.

The music blared and the lights lowered
As the couples filled the dance hall.
Her red curls cascaded and her lips curled into a smile
When he extended a hand and said, “You wanna waltz, doll?”

He twirled her around for what seemed like days,
As Chris Stapleton serenaded her heart.
She danced, she drank, and she laughed
And she tried relentlessly to keep from falling apart.

She was wild, free, but broken
With freshly shattered chains.
The neon lights called her name
And Tequila filled her veins.

sharing my poetry
is like ripping off a band-aid
to a gushing river of blood

thoughts and feelings
crashing, tumbling
across the rocks
that line the bottom of the river bed

one month of constantly living
with the energy of a lightening bolt
jolting through me

that lightening bolt?
my brain
where does it strike?
into the deep recesses of my stomach
screaming what i don't want to hear

constantly nauseous
i know what i need to do
but i'm still too scared
of the relentless gut feelings

because those actions
will be the thunder
that shakes my world

Do you ever feel like folding into someone
Head against their chest
Limbs tangled
Calm, quiet, safe

I wish I didn't feel this way.

"i can't do anything right"
she says to me

"You can do plenty."
I say to her.

"not really"
she says to me

"Well, you can be here with me."
I say to her.

"anyone can do that"
she says to me

"No. Only you."
I say to her.

being in love
with you
seems
like
a
bad idea

Run to the river, and take off all of your clothes,

no one is there to see that you're only made of skin and bones.

Doesn't it hurt not sleeping, and starving yourself every day?

Run to the river, and wash all of your pain away.

Down by the river by the boats
Where everybody goes to be alone

Where you won't see any rising sun
Down to the river we will run.

I walk to the borders on my own
To fall in the water just like a stone

Chilled to the marrow in them bones
Why do I go here all alone

I can tell by the pain in your eyes, you never go to the riverside.