this is,
my Christmas tree,
not matching a thing,
really,
ornaments,
from years ago,
to lights that don't all work,
you know,

this,
is,
our,
Christmas tree,
a little broken,
like our family,
presents underneath,
are less each year,
as ones i love,

disappear.


this is our Christmas tree,
a little dead,
but still pretty,

this is my Christmas tree,

and its,
a lot like,
me.

It's little things,
Like your eyes,
And your laugh,
The bubbles at your feet,
During a bath,
The curve of your spine,
And the whole of your lips.
It's little things
that make me want to fall in love
like this.

I'm uninterested,
In your choice of conversation,
I am unamused,
By the abuse,
You speak.

I've known you since I was seven,
We were both so far from heaven,

We didn't know,
We would grow.

Apart.

Abused, he was your light,
But he just wasn't right,

For you.

This is for you,
My ballad for you Bethany,

We became friends,
Our parents divorced,
Our life out of sorts,

This is how our lives are bound to go,
But i still can't let go,
You lived with us for three months,

Three months of pain,
Three months of healing,
Three months of me,
Stealing your razor blades,

Because blood doesn't stain sheets.

Not on my watch.

"aren't you scared?"
"i'm too naive to be scared"

Oh how clever thought I!

To climb so high!

So far!

And reach for the stars!

So high!

To touch the sky!

Branch after branch!

Climbing away from fear!

And towards opportunity!

Oh thought I!

I leaned on the top branch!

Looking out upon the cloudy sky!

Wind whipping through my blonde hair!

What a beautiful day!

What a beautiful sky!

What a perfect moment,

To learn how to fly!

My feet left the branches,
As I jumped and then soared,

But my soaring was short.

Don't ask me why I'm not sure,

I flew yes I swear,

For a moment at least,

Then I was snatched out of the sky!

By a bear,
By a beast!
And his name,

Was gravity.

rumble,
tumble,
great big bear,
i know he is,
hiding there,
scratching clawing,
great big bear?
do you know where he's hiding?
where?
under the sheets,
he waits for me,
to growl and claw,
at my feet,
i wake up with marks,
all over my body.
rumble tumble,
do not stumble,
i'm too far away,
to hear you're screams,
you claim the marks aren't from him,
aren't from me,
lightning flash,
thunder crash,
hold my hand,
don't get scratched,
rumble tumble,
i watched her stumble,
she has her own bear under her sheets,
cry and ask why,
why big bear,
must you claw at me?