Your love was sweet
I was hooked
From the first taste
I was addicted
Didn't want it
To go to waste

It was a bitter pill
That I wanted to swallow
But now, I regret
Ever taking that risk
Because now, I feel sick
The pain won't go away today
Or even tomorrow.

They say I’m graduating to a life beyond this one
But will I start over, or repeat the third grade again
Cause we all suffer without friends, freedom or fun
And there must be something we carry over when it’s done
And my baggage can’t fit on anyone else’s shoulders
The sins we know of and the ones we forget, don’t die as we get older
The hierarchy of needs is a battle of survival for some
But will my next challenge or obstacle drop me to level one?
Will I find myself in Africa- fighting off flies and government lies?
Or will I be born in America, with the same family and troubles inside?
So the real question is, what does graduating mean?
Does it push evolvement to the highest degree?
Does it downgrade you, and send you back into the sea?
Does it upgrade you on the universal tree?
Is it all a secret process, where few have the keys?
I think next time I’ll major in theology

Shouts from the kitchen-
Your name crashes and engulfs you in its wake-
Your heart struggles to get farther away from your ears.

There’s always safety in the familiar-
You are your own stability.
The reflection of your face stops you short
And your hand reaches to feel the changes.
The anchor that was holding you here,
Holding you home,
It’s gone. Where will you drift now?

The clock with the chimes melts down the wall,
Its sound muted by your socked feet.
All that’s left is gentle
Pattering throughout that place,
That one that you called home.

If you’re not often still, then your mind forgets its chaos.
But now you sit with neatly crossed legs,
Eyes closed, and listen.
As your name fades and fumbles over itself,
You recall that little girl in the oversized heels.