You are like
A piece of food
Stuck in between my teeth
A stain I can’t get rid of
An itch just out of reach

She likes try people on
Like costumes - no! Like skin
Peeling pieces off, she sews
A quilt of personalities
To cover her own

“Strike while the iron’s hot!”
We’re are all burnt in the process
Candles, melting from both ends
Morning to midnight and back again

I asked God to soften my heart
Winced when His shovel hit the soil
Mourned when it rained, wailed as He ripped
The weeds from their throne
One by one

You asked me to draw you
Now, I wish I did

I'd start with your eyes
Dark and inquisitive
Your brows ever ready to rise and fall in jest
To laugh or flirt or tell a long, long story

I'd draw your teeth
Split just like mine
Pearly white and quick to smile

I'd draw your hands
Calloused from long days of work
In gardens and garages
With houses, cars and guitars

You asked me to draw you
I wish that I did
Now you're gone and I have nothing to show for it

when you said that you're a "****** human being"
i should have believed you

Depression is a dark room
A restless night
A cloudy day
A laundry basket
Full, untouched
A rising scale
A growing gut
Matted hair
An endless rut

Depression is the morning fog
Over an oval
On an early walk
I know it will pass, it always doe
Warmed away by the rising sun