This whole thing is
flying apart
and I can hear it
scream.

If hummingbirds could
                sing
would they make a
                      pretty sound?
Or,
like
  nails
   on
    chalkboards
     in
      classrooms
       with
        no
         walls.

If  the    stars    could  keep  you  warm  at  night  would  you  ever  miss  the    Sun  ?
Or    shun    the coming of the dawn in theconfinesof the night.

If I could write a love song do you think you'd like the sound?

Leaky facet,
rusty drain,
and all things driving you insane.

Ticking clock,
some busted glass,
reminders of events gone past.

Fix the facet,
change the drain,
smash the clock,
clean up the glass,
but still go insane.

Sanity's an eggshell
and all the world wants scrambled eggs.

Who will believe in me now that you're gone?
Who will forgive me for being myself
and convince me that I'm somebody worth being?
Who will selflessly give me all that they have
just so I will believe in a thing called Me?

Heaven is an empty room and God is silence.
Or, in this silence, you are God
and the whole of creation is the thoughts you have
in the silence of this empty room.

I wish I had an angel's wings
so I could fly from these places that I know
and all the people that I disappoint.
But I know I could not hide from you.

I wish I had a cross to bear.
One lighter than the one you made,
the one I carry for your love,
the one I don't deserve.

I wish my life was like a song.
A song about a perfect person.