You can't control falling in love,
but you can control where you land.

Heart like wax thrown into a furnace, Bones as a tree in the loggers hand. So goes the peoples who’ve lost those they loved.

in class
they asked us
if we were
afraid of the dark

no i'm not afraid
of the dark that
fills my room
at two a.m.

i'm not afraid of the dark
that engulfs
underground caves
or the darkness
submerged deep in
the atlantic ocean

but
i'm afraid of the dark
that seeps through
every fissure
and crevice
of my splintered heart;
the blackness that
cascades through
my veins
and the gloom
that fills my lungs
(with no room
for oxygen.)

yes, i'm afraid
of a certain kind
of darkness:
the kind that can't
be illuminated
by a flashlight

It haunts me in my dreams
And it kills me in my sleep
Oh I am so afraid yes I am so ashamed
What could it all mean
Black scars that run so deep
Transgressions of my past in my heart that I do keep
Yes I am so afraid and forever so ashamed
Does it make me weak to know that
I can't speak your name soft and slow
Without the searing pain of blame
Welling up in my chest, it makes me so **** depressed
Of your name I am afraid
Of our end I am ashamed

you always buy a $2 newspaper
from that homeless guy on magnolia,
even though you never read it.
you say, "some people need
a little more. money, hope, love."

the storm in my mind has put out my fire.
I keep trying to light it myself,
but I cannot find the matches.

sometimes,
you don't even know
you're in hell
until you catch a glimpse
of heaven.