This place scares me.*

So why do you come down here?

*To be scared.

Don't drink.
Don't smoke.
Drive slow.
Don't love.

Don't pat the animals;
One in a thousand
Might bite.
You'll be safer in a pine box.

Sometimes it's the
Cure for cancer
That kills
You.

Poor girl.
In love with Poet.

Poet and man; angry at times;
Firing insults you can't

Possibly
Counter.

Beating you black and blue
With flowers
And feathers.

Poor girl.
Loved by Poet.

Loved and held closest;
First to fall victim

To every sudden movement
In matters of hearts
And hands.

The truth of it is-

he's not going to fix you

she's not going to make you forget
the way your father would hit you

He is not going to make your collarbones sprout roses
He will not make you forget how to need

The truth of it is-

She is not a savior
She is not able to fight off the demons in your dreams

He will not make you forget the way your mother left
The bloodstains in the bathtub will still be there

The truth of it is-
This is your life
This is not a movie

No one is going to swoop in and save you

You will have to grow your own wings if you want to fly away

My ears are always listening

My mouth is always explaining

My arms are always open


Yet you always run away

I have discovered that at night when I sleep
into my room slips the sneakiest thief
through a crack or a crevice I may never know
but I will not stop him as he comes and he goes
every night he has come since the day I was born
he comes to you too, so dont say you werent warned

At first I would welcome this thief, my arms open wide
for every morning I awoke to some new delight
and he always left so much more than he took
I could never believe he was really a crook
so the nights and the mornings, again and again
fluttered by like the money you couldn’t wait to spend

again and again, the days and nights in a blur
but I will not change, of that I am sure
there is no thief, no no that’s my friend!
He doesn’t steal, I offer! I lend!
But these  nightly robberies are starting to show
with every morning I wake up just a little more slow

by the time I finally caught on to this con
it was far too late, my youth it was gone
So don’t try to stop this master of illusion
you will fail. only cause more confusion
you cant keep him out, why even try
he has always been here and we will always ask why

I have no answer and neither do you
just more questions and theories and proof
all I know is what I've seen & even then I may be wrong
but life wouldn’t be such a gift if it went on and on
new things come in and the old ones are gone
so go live your life, even if there's no Heaven
and try to remember its a gift you’ve been given

No one cares, no one listens
No one
Even the little things hurt
I thought you'd pick up on that

He doesn't love me when I'm sad,
so sad I'll be.