Last night I ran out of patience
If only I could perform an exorcism
On the demon living on 50th St
I'm not possessed, he's just possessive

If I told you the truth,
Where my heart sleeps
And my mind wanders,
Would you still call this love?

It was the last night I loved you,
I let go before I ever arrived,
It was the first time you held on.

It's okay not to fall in love,
Some of us must climb.

You belong here,
When you are trying to be enough,
Remember you already are.
The days when you feel nothing,
When the world slips between your fingers,
You still belong in it.
There is nothing wrong with you.
The weeds outgrowing your lawn,
Do not represent your laziness,
They represent the jungle inside of you.
It's okay that you're wild,
Do not tame yourself for anyone,
Do not cut your hair again,
For the sake of a photograph.
Your life is not a puzzle to put together,
You are whole,
Do not keep looking for the missing piece,
Look for someone who already sees your image
As complete, perfect, artwork.
When I told you that you were too much,
I meant only that I could not hold you,
I wasn't strong,
I'm sorry to have asked you to be anything else,
But the fire that you are.

It impossible to tell the difference now,
Whether this ache was from your absence,
Or from your presence.

Your silence doesn't need to be so loud,
It will still fall on deaf ears.