I hate who I am.
Because every
time
I look into the mirror,
I see you,
and all of our history
looking back at me.
I hate
the monster
of me
that you helped
create.

I don’t think you realize you have me completely,
body and soul.
And you could just feed me
all of the lies in the world
and I wouldn’t complain
because it’d be you
saying them.
And most would say that’s unhealthy.
And it is.
But I take
what I can get,
because I can’t get
much better
than you honey.

Sometimes I wish the night would never end.
Sometimes I wish it did.
Because that’s when the thoughts drift in
and never leave my head.

You stare at dark empty space
and the voices start to speak.
They tell you all these doubts
and everything in life that you seek.

Running in, running out.
Here they come to play.
Thoughts leave and wander about.
And in the night they stay.

Hiding when there is sunlight.
And although there were many thoughts that stayed
I thought that everything would be alright.
But even up to this day.

They never leave there place at night.
They creep back into my head.
Midnight conversations.
I tried not to listen to what they said.

And when the thoughts got to much?
I just said goodnight,

and went to bed.

She had blurry grey eyes
and hair that tangled like vines.
In a house by a highway.

The house was old
with red shutters
that never shut anymore.

She pulled on her hat.
Her shoes were stained black.
And she left the house by a highway.

The sky was cloudy.
The side walk was wet.
It was a easy walk to the drug store.

The drug store has been there
for about twenty five years.
A ten minute walk from a house
by a highway.

She lays a five on the counter.
A coffee in one hand.
She leaves and makes her way to a bridge.

The guard rails were cold
as she leans over to get a view
of the water that surrounds her.

A house by a high way
stands there alone.
Waiting for the girl with grey eyes to get back.

The girl takes out a letter.
Flips it around in her hands.
She lets out a sigh,
then let’s the letter fly.

She watches it floats into the water.
A minute more she stays
takes a sip of coffee and listens
to the bird song she has been missing
for so many years.

She closes her eyes
leaves the bridge and is on her way.
Back to a house by a highway.

He has eyes
that I could swim in.
Get lost in for days,
if he'd let me.

They're blue.
Like the deepest parts
of the ocean.
And I'd be a speck in his sea.

I would float as long
as he'd let me.
Let his body be my raft,
his arms my preserver.

"Can the shore be my lips?
And where the water crashes
against it,
be your kiss?"

I'm down under
in this sea.
Not drowning,
Because I can still breath.

I'm a sunk ship,
risen from the dead.
Yet seen as beautiful,
In this boy's ocean for eyes.