My name is Anne
It happens too much
I get sad and confused
I don't want to make a fuss
I've been hit and bruised
I've been touched
I have been used
For another's rut
It's ok to be sad
It can feel like too much
People have hurt me
I am enough

It's probably somewhere
Under couches and stairs

Hiding issues

Splitting hairs


That kinda thing
Look at me
I'm hurting


It's not there.

I miss you

You can't see this

Inside jokes
Restaurants
Laughing
High fives

It's hard to walk away
I love some memories

Questions
Distrust
Anger
Bruises

You can't see this

And that's ok

Stop praying for someone
Who can't be here today
Pray for the person
You see everyday

It's easy to look
At your own grave
Stop praying for help
Ignoring the signs
We are all tired
Of your design

Sent off to breathe
Whistle at Linden trees

Waiting in the wind
Counting branches
***** jeans again

I didn't fix the process
Pleasure as an offset

Time to walk away
Nothing to see

Hinge

Thank you for the details
Forever in the sand
Guidance is a gesture

It's bland

I lived a life with you
Never looking down
We spun around
Falling in different lands

Your negligence is modern
It's new for our daughter

He's working today
We can try tomorrow
You know I hate to lie

Now I'm a liar
I tell my daughter
Daddy is coming

Why?