You listen
You don't listen
Do you

Whisper
The words you hate to say
I will nod
And smile
And you will
Never notice
Darkness
Tainting them

Your words
Stopped making sense
Weeks ago
And I'm sick
Of your rhyming
aa bb aa
a b a b a

Repetition
Leave me
It's easier
To believe in a dishonesty
When you hear it
Over and over

When I'm alone
the sun is shining
but I don't want to go outside.

The rain starts to fall
I can hear it outside.
Drip
Drop
Drip
Drop
Drip Drop Drip Drop Drip Drop
When does it stop?

When I do not want to be alone,
No one is there.
I am surrounded by constant fear.
But when it rains, it pours.
And you come running fast.
And he comes running fast.
They all come running fast.

But when I am alone.
That's all I am.
Alone.

Fields of music
And caverns of light,
Fill me with
A void of night.

Not your name
Not your nationality
Below all the fame
Below the unreality
Deep down
Who are you?

Forget your license
Forget your authorization
Forget your conveyance
Forget every legal documentation
Now tell me
Who are you?

Deep down in the dark room of your empty soul
Deep down below your average conscience
There are only the things you put there yourself  
All your unused options
And the unanswered questions
like 'Who are you?'


Deep down below
There are only feelings
All your feelings
That you chose to confine
But it really doesn't matter who you are deep down
Because nobody carries around a shovel all the time.

I love you.
I still do.
It's true.

You are the one for me, or at least I thought so.

I suppose I'm just disappointed in you, because you really got my hopes up.

Everything was perfect with you, and it still is.

When we're together, everything feels right.
My endless nights have finally seen the light.

I hope we can have another chance someday.
You say we will...but *who really knows anymore.

Even through all of this ignoring and confusion and disappointment,
I still wouldn't trade you for the world.
You're still perfect.
**For me.

But what is so appealing
about someone
who makes you want
to give up your dreams?

Every failed relationship has left me
with a scar. I run my fingers down
the rigid skin each day
at school, and remember.

A boyfriend I had in high school
called me selfish
when I told him I never
wanted to have children.

I’ve never left
the states. Never seen fresh
snow, never even been
to a wedding.

Marriage, as I understand,
marks the start of
the end. And it terrifies me
that so many people

start the end
before they’ve fully lived.
I’ve never been to
the grand canyon,

but I’ll probably be
married in New Mexico,
burning my dreams in
our backyard fire pit

before I get to go.