life is short
life will pass you by, a pebble in a river
one you will never see again.
you thought he gave you purpose
because you crave his lips like you do air
and once he's gone
all you can have is a simple text that he might be okay.
when did it all go wrong?
because now your heart is in a cage
and the key you once hid is now thrown away,
never to be given again.

clock ticking over and over again
pick up pick up pick up pick up
pick up the phone
clock ticking comes to a stop

i wish to be angry with you
to tear the earth apart
and scream at the sky until my voice is torn.
to cut off my wings and fall to the ground
collapsing in the sand.

i wish to be happy for you
to smile when you talk about him
and go along with the two of you.
to laugh at his jokes
and pretend nothing is wrong until i get home:
falling back into the sand and creating an ocean.

but i can not find an in between,
and i can be neither.
for all i can do is pray to relive the memories i hold so dear.
to remember the night you helped me realize i like cookie dough ice cream,
to remember the river that pulled us along,
but it was okay because we were dragged together.
to remember the days we danced alone with a playlist made especially for us.
our song.

i’d give my happiness,
i’d give my love,
i’d give my wings of shining white.
there is nothing on this earth i wouldn’t give

just to kiss your lips once more.

My house is the one with connected yards,
Privacy lacking when the tree fell, only to be replaced by ones still short.
From wearing baggy hoodies and soft fabrics,
Shoes overworn and broken in from lack of care.
Wavelengths downloaded to my phone, simply sounds of anger,
Yet I am from the soothing words of Prince and The Beatles - from my dad -
A bridge cracked, a new one being paved.