We were misfits
the neglected *******
of a backwards world
that rejected us
not because we were sick
demented or dangerous
but because we didn't prescribe
to a preconceived notion
of what a functioning citizen was.

Not rotten enough to spoil
behind the bars of a prison
just competent enough
to work menial jobs
and drown our sorrows
at the corner pub.

We swallowed this hard truth
the same way we drank our shots
with no chaser
and at times it burnt
maybe even made us tear up
but we never let it beat us
(too strong for that)

We were beautiful
resilient beasts
that could carry the weight
of the world upon our shoulders
and it was heavy
but we would tell ourselves
"doesn't every world need an atlas?"
so we went on holding up the sky
when no one asked it of us.

and I throw up "I love you's" and think of a time when they meant something other than the useless ways they are said nowadays

It makes me laugh inside,
The way it's always on time,


Never fails,
Every night 11:00pm,
It hits & it steals,
Every ounce,
Of happiness I have,

It takes it out the back,
Along with hope and love,
The tears start flowing,
Don't stop until 8 in the morning

Take me now Lord
I'm all yours
I can't keep this promise

Where are you now?
I'm looking for you,
Reaching out,
Waiting...

To be alone is not so tragic,
to be alone, and yet at peace is magic
but oh to be alone with you
That my love is magic meant for two,
For in this life are many troubles,
we both have more than just a few
but when I see the love that lies behind your eyes
My troubles fade from view
And my world is born anew.