There will always be
too little
or too much

and perfection
will always be
subjective.



My advice;




learn the rules,
then,


do what pleases you.

I just wanted you to know
I never had any desire
to take care of another living thing
until you laid your head in my lap.

I never got the chance to tell you
I believed heaven to be the sound
of your breathing as you fell asleep,
so I told him instead.

It wasn't quite the same,
but I guess it was close enough.

I tell myself that this is it,
when the day is done.
When I wake I'll start anew,
but tomorrow never comes.

Tomorrow becomes today
more quickly than the last,
more quickly than the bottles empty
more weeks and months go past.

I buy the drink, the drink buys me
another day to run.
The demons waiting patiently
for when the day is done.

Tomorrow becomes today;
I waste it like before,
I waste it getting wasted,
but I'm wasting so much more

My friends, my health, my family
and those I cherish most;
watch the boy they used to love,
becoming just a ghost.

Tomorrow becomes today,
I may have missed it all,
I may have missed the last chance
just to never miss last call

I tell myself that this is it
when the day is done,
but the circle remains unbroken
and tomorrow never comes.

Since the day I could speak, I would kneel by my bed, and pray to God
Give me something like that.
Someplace to lock my secrets in, a human vending machine
That kisses all your scrapes and scars
*Give me something like that.

***** and drugged.
Kissed but not hugged.
Naked and tied.
Me he had tried to buy.
Forgotten from amnesia
For 11 years.
2005.
The person is no longer alive.
But the bodyguard to blame.
They took his will when they came.
I had no memory of going to Minnesota.
He wanted to marry me the Purple Yoda.

You have become
A pretty flower
I have held you
Safe in my garden

Love for you
Is as simple
As it gets.