My heart beats,
Like a chain lift on a coaster.
It's rough,
When you get closer.

My mind pounds,
Down the dirt road track.
I try my hardest,
To get you back.

It's a constant game,
Cards of possibility.
Uno in your hands.

I'll keep beating that chain,
Until I'm dominant,
Over the deck in your hand.

it was the third year anniversary of your death tonight and i am so mad at the universe for taking you from us and i know she cried all night because i was with her all night. where you should have been.

i ate a chocolate covered pretzel for you tonight and i finally understood why you liked them so much. they are so much like her. sweet and salty, kind but firm.

when the cancer came she was optimistic for you but always knew when to call the doctors *******. when there was nothing left for the doctors to do she took you home.

she misses you so much and i know you are gone but please send her a kiss goodnight tonight.

i'll be dancing on your tightrope
praying that the winds don't change

December came and went
without notice of your departure.

but when January rolled around and fruit cake and sparkling lights no longer littered my home, it felt empty and i remembered how full and intense your presence was and how i longed for what we almost,
but never fully, had.

Where's the fairy tale ending?
A white horse
A handsome prince
Instead there's a broken heart
Like shattered glass
To be stepped on
And swept away
With all the false realities.

She doesn't know.
She can't see what they are doing to her
They use her for their games and tricks
They don't care that hearts are in the mix
Bodies against bodies
No one knows where to start or where to end
But I'll try to mend
Her broken heart