This here is hallowed ground
Simply because I say so
Hold your tongue; not a sound
On this here hallowed ground

This here is a spiritual place
Simply because it is
Feel catharsis in the tears on your face
In this here spiritual place

This here is wrong
Simply because I don't understand it
Don't be like them or sing their songs
Because that, they, are wrong.

This here is right
Only because it's black and white
Don't you ever stray from what we like
Conform with us tonight.

Dear T,
You're about 1/4 of a man,
You fried up all your brain cells,
You're lips are formed for lies,
You can't even look me in the eyes,
I may see all your flaws you created within that one week,
But I also see the damage you did to a little 14 year old,
few of them actually.
I bet you feel awesome that she crawls back to each time,
But sweet pea;
She's the reason why everyone could spot your flaws a mile away.
You turned from a blessing to a sin
Dear A,
Who are you to judge?
I'm not perfect, I don't pretend to be.
You talked behind my back,
You claim it was just you blowing off stream,
You're something so fragile but you choose people who would rather smash you to the ground than lock you up and keep you safe.
But now look what you have done.
You're too shattered to be kept away
Dear C,
I regret ever speaking to you.
I regret everything I told you,
I cried on your shoulder and told you to leave me alone,
I was too young for someone like you,
I pushed you against your wall and told you I hated you for what you did to me,
I told you to go away.
I don't need you.
Dear A,
You've changed, maybe for the worst, maybe for the best.
Everyone wants you to be around, everyone misses you.
Where are you now?
Dear TP,
You aren't some note she can wave a flag along and dance around to,
your heart deserves to be kept safe,
in a music box, and only opened when that person feels unsafe.
You deserve to be put in a music box
Dear S,
You're made of poems and lust.
I'm made of running and blood.
I didn't mean for it to seem like a chase,
I didn't mean to hook onto your co worker,
I didn't mean to look you in the eyes and say
"I can't do this because I know you're using me."
But I'm a runner.
And I ran from you
Dear N,
You're a new feeling.
I want you to stay and hold me but I also want to push you away and tell you I'm not worth every night you stare at your wall and count how many ways you could kiss me.
It feels like everyone is screaming for you to walk away, to run, but you're stuck in front of me with your arms stretched wide waiting for me to run into them.
Here we are, listening to people scream nasty things about me and you.
Don't listen to what they say I'm in the love with you.
Dear HM,
You could probably make a grown man fall to his knees the way you smile at nothing,
You could make a child wish they would grow to be just like you the way you talk to others in need,
You could  make the stars blink as you dance around,
You're a special breed of human.
*The kind that should be locked in a museum and gazed at for hours

I even have to remember to breathe!
In my house by the sea.
I only drink the saltwater from the sea.
Somehow I continue to breathe.
This water has infected me.
This lonely water from the sea.
I've let my heart sink so far into the sea.
That not even the ghost of me.
Could recover my heart and flee.

Every time I unwrap a chocolate
I think of Shil Grandpa.

The thin and tall man forever in a long coat
Towered over the sandstone roads of the sleepiest town
Where only steam hoots broke the silence
And a lone tree on the ground of Ghost Bungalow
Still spewed smoke of the thunder that burned it!

His house was at the eeriest corner of the town
Too large for just one man to inhabit it
The hush on its tree lined walkway was deafening
And the garden uncared just grew like wild!

He would stop the moment he sighted a child
Dip his hand in the sweet mystery of his coat pocket
And by magic wand would appear a chocolate!

Sweet tooth child don’t ask for one more, he would say
There are more to give, all the children coming my way.

In the steams whistle his words would fly like a song
In the afternoon’s shadow an old man gone wild
Sweetening his void with the joy of a child
One more still many more before he was free
His day was done and pocket empty!

Whenever I unwrap a chocolate
Grandpa Shil comes back to say

*Stop before you put it in mouth
There’s a child coming your way.