I know that she isn't the rose for me
But I find myself plucking her
Holding her in my vase designed for someone else
And try as I might, I can not throw her away
Lord, I am trying right now
But every time I look at this beautiful flower
I stop

If only life was like
Nail polish.
Once it cracked,
All we need is a new coat.

But sadly,
We can’t cover ourselves
With more coats
Or add a new one.

But we try.
We try our best to
Cover ourselves from
The rest of the world.

We hide under covers
Of hard shells,
Making ourselves seem
Tougher than we are.

But the true is,
We’re all just
Cracked and faded
Underneath it all.

I wonder if it's
Self centered
To say that
One of my favorite
Things about you
Is that you like me
Genuinely
For who I am
But you smiled
When I told you
So maybe you need
No explanation
To understand
Exactly
What I mean

Spinning like a ghost

on the bottom of a

top,

I'm haunted by all

the space that I

will live without

you.

**** it.
First day on the job
and there you are.

Distracting me.
Pinning me.
Trapped
against your stare.

Oh, Lord.
I love it when you look.

There’s  a man I know of,
On the corner of Swinton.
He walks as no man walks,
In a circular path.
On and on and on and on and
He is gone.