she is a happy ending,
not everyone can wait for.

our lips will never meet
nor our fingers intertwine
and so bless my dreams
for indulging what's not mine

I wonder if I really am kind hearted.
Most people think it’s true,
But maybe I’m just afraid of being mean-
Maybe I’m afraid of being you.

going home isn’t always
returning to a place.
sometimes
it is returning to yourself.

Why do I crave
Your attention
This late at night
All I need
Is your breath
In mine
To stay alive

When I was little
I was scared
Scared of the monsters living under my bed
I used to hide, under my blanket
Under my blanket, I was safe
The monsters couldn’t reach me under my blanket

My parents used to say
The monsters would go away
I would grow up and that then they would leave

But I grew up
And the monsters didn’t leave
Turns out my monsters, grew with me
Now instead of under my bed
The monsters live inside my head

So I hide, under my blanket
Where I think I am safe
Wondering if after all this time
My blanket can still keep the monsters at bay