I look forward to the day you leave me
because your love is the white lights in this tunnel
that slowly fade to orange
I remember when you co-signed on our talk show relationship
but now you're being demoted from co-host to cameo

a pebble off the road tucked away in the grass
where the water never relents and the rain just plops down
it cries out to no one, it watches from afar
knowing it will never be stepped on, it's face remains hidden
maybe being kicked from the path was for the best after all

sweet things always hold out
but salty things will always do
that's why I liked popcorn
until they made kettle corn
now how can I possibly choose?

the absence of kind words hurts less
than the presence of harsh thoughts

You were a balloon
and I was a kite
living with only the sky as our audience
You, a balloon
overcoming obstacles,
fueled with motivation
propelled up, ever so effortlessly
I, a kite
awaiting a breeze to guide my motion
powered by wind and willpower alone
Nevertheless
we conquered clouds
free to roam, or so I thought
rather, free to float
until my string ran out
I remained tied to the ground
as you continued to rise
looking down at me from above
darling, you could only go up
nothing could be done
as I watched you go

sought in concept form
she of attention darting
someone often dotes

the problem with accomplishment:
when my whole day
is her equivalent
of two hours