“CONFUSED” “BOSSY”
“FAKE”
“CREATIVE”
“INDEPENDENT”
“A­NGRY” “POETIC”
“UNIQUE”
“RUDE” “DEPENDANT” “MEAN”
“­ANNOYING”
“UGLY” “GROUCHY” “****”
“IRRESPONSIBLE”
“GOING TO DO GREAT THINGS.”

I don’t care if you’ve got long hair,
If it’s short or if it’s pink.
I don’t care if you’re short as a stump,
Or tall as a tree.
All I care is how much you love.
Is it a little,
Or a lot?
If we were to fight,
Would it be right,
To put some space in the middle?

The world is full of
Kings and Queens
Who blind your choices
And steal your dreams.
They put fake crowns
On our heads.
Soon all of these towns
Will be full of dread.
Shh…
Don’t move.
Everyone stay quiet.
No one play a tune.
No one write a poem.
No one sing a song.
No one do a dance.
But I won’t buy it.
Somewhere in this lonely world,
There has to be a sound.
Even in this science and math world,
There has to be some color.
Even if I am the last artist in the world,
I will do my part.

Spilled off the page,
There in the grass.
All the a’s, b’s, c’s
Lay alone.
The words spun around my head and
Helped me forget
All the things I hate to think of.
Spread out across the leaves,
My imagination
Lay alone.
And cold.
So I picked back up the
Letters
And words
And sentences,
Till they formed
Back together again.

This is for the lions in the broken down chests
Of my chain smoking friends.
This is for the snakes in the heads of people I
Don’t necessarily like.
This is for anyone above the ground,
The people doing “great” and “fine”.
But this is mostly for the ones that have no
Where to go. And nothing to do.
This is for those below.

For a time I felt like I was drowning.
My feet were solid, but my head was below water.
I was the Titanic, I wasn’t supposed to sink.
You were an iceberg, you came out of nowhere.
And we all know where that story ends.

You say you’re confident with the decision you made,
But I hear you crying over the phone.

And anyone who’s ever lost someone
Close to them.
And anyone who’s ever lost someone
Who loved them back,
It may feel like you are 70 miles below the ground.
Just remember that the further you go down,
The farther you come up the other side.
And you may end up in China or Antarctica.
But at least you are above the ground.

She likes the smell of cigarettes and cologne.
And she will stay up all night on her phone.
She has long hair, longer than anyone here,
We would jump off of cliffs,
Cuz you would never show any fear.

I’m sitting at the bottom—
Thinking of you,
I’m sitting at the bottom—
Crying over you.

I sigh,
As you start to cry.
Telephone wires keep our conversation high.
I throw my phone,
After you say goodbye.
But in my ear
I can still hear,
The ‘end call’ tone.

For her,
As it always should have been.
For her,
As it always should be,
For her,
When her hearts full of grief,
And she’s crying cuz of me.

After the silence settles,
Like dust.
We hardly feel dumb struck.
Sideways glances to say with my eyes:
For her.

And her long hair,
And her loud laugh,
And the long walks,
And the loud laughs,
Will never be mine again.

--For her--