Its the wee hours of the morning
And no one is in my bed
I heard this phrase, as I took a ****
And the rain whimpered in my head.
Its supposed to snow, tomorrow
A stranger told me
As I walked a dog that was not my own
And I drank wine and beer tonight
Hearing advice from a friend
That hit me to the bone.

So if he’s the woman
And I’m the man
And its me that longs for ***
But threatens to leave
Because its all I’ve known
What is the combination I need?
And I passed out on my bed
A stranger in my room
Thank God he just wanted
My digits—and left me to my cocoon

I give advice, better than I take my own
But I listen to others
But keep walking forward
And I have no idea what tomorrow brings
And this is the least I have ever been in the Christmas spirit
I think?
But I do nod my head
At who I was, where I was
This time last year/December
And now I say, Fr0sted Leviticus.


A meeting, a chai latte
Notebooks, Christmas shopping
Seeing my friends use the things I got them
Pretending to be my very own ribbon
But I know I will never look the way I did two years ago
Again.
And I don’t want to.
Because something
Has changed, in me.

And I want everything
And I want nothing
Whether its expensive camera equipment
Clothing, jewelry, make up
A man who makes me his world
To be everything.
But to take a step back from that
Acknowledge and embrace what is right now.
Put down your fists, little girl
Only you can set yourself free.

And its hard to free other people
And its hard to let things, work, opportunities go.
But Thank God
What a lesson to learn.
I think of you so little now
I don’t even want to say your pseudonym
But I endure the cold weather
And I have laid in my bed
Warm it up for me, baby, I say
And I fear the green bills
And drunken throw up kisses

But I lay in my bed alone tonight.
The night owl that I am
Thankful for epiphanies
Hopeful for opportunties
Encouraged by change.