I am made of stardust.  
How freakin' poetic is that?!

Maybe someday
We'll have Unthanksgiving
All the things that have ****** us off
In this life we're living
I've got whole list
I'm sure you do too
What in the world
Is an unthankful girl to do?
I've got no special day
To concentrate on the let downs
I suppose for just today
I'll walk around with a frown

On this Thanksgiving, it's not about the delicious dishes
For me, it's all about those tender little-kid kisses

one day
the holidays
will hurt a little less
as time halves and halves and halves until
i can't remember your name anymore.
in time i'll learn to be present
with the ones who wait to
love me, soft and
patient.

I have no sadness for those who weep alone.
I feel only compassion,
because when the world gets painful there is no cure.
No word that can fix a broken heart,
and who would want it to.

I see people speak of suicide too often,
I stopped feeling sad for them and started to nod my head along.
Because what feels better than someone trying to stop you?
Being understood.
Being connected.

If we die today,
by our hand,
or by another,
at least we had each other for a moment.

To me that feels better,
than an empty comment.

and maybe you'll stay with me,
to wallow.