She just turned 40,
And I wonder if her
5 year old self
Would love the person she became.
God knows I do.

I love you
Like I love the clouds
like looking up,
And knowing you'll be there
Even through the rain

Life is a vine
that grows beneath
The window
Before weaving through
The shudders.
Life is the vine
That contradicts
Your insurance contract
Before being cut down.

Is it possible
To miss someone
You've never met?

All that is left here are ruins and remnants of a once full nest.
Disguised in tightly wounded twigs,
and soft specks of moss,

But the nest was too full, it had always been too full.
Fly away.

Sit there and stare me down.
In your little world tear me to shreds.
I will be sitting here,
At two o'clock every Friday
So pull up a chair, make yourself at home,
My home, that will remain mine.
You will not win this time.

When I told you I wasn't ready I meant it
But then you looked at me as if you thought otherwise
And I questioned myself.
When I told you I was ready I meant it
But then you looked at me as if you thought otherwise
But I never questioned myself.

Sometimes
When I'm doing something that feels wrong
I push myself to keep going
And pray to God
It eventually feels right.

I honestly believe that there is no such thing as a bad choice
Because no matter what you choose
You will always learn a lesson
Even if the lesson is just that next time,
You need to make a better choice.