My heart wasn't ready
And it never will be.
I know if I just stop allowing my anxiety to control me
I can make it.
I don't have to be ready
I know that now.
But no matter how much I know, my days still end the same way.
Alone, overthought, and wondering
What it would be like to have your eyes fall in love with mine.
I specialize in one way streets
But I dream of a double lined median
Where you drive constantly within my mind

Ode to a Poet(writer)
I know you,
All alone
4am is when you feel most at home.
I feel you,
Blank page, full pen,
I see you,
Looking at a page waiting for a tale to unfold,
Behold!
When it starts, it flows,
I am you,
Hiding away, writing my pain,
Escaping reality,
Day to day,
We are art,
In the way we move,
We are the dreamer's and believer's
Pad and pen in hand til our dreams come true.
C. Tyler

I fall in love with new music everyday
And I swoon when I hear it play
But if life has taught me anything at all
It's that you can't trust something that lets you fall

And the notes let me drop by the hour
Perhaps in a bitter taste of sour
I trust the music as it guides my soul
But maybe I shouldn't let it keep me whole.

Back and forth she walks the halls
Carrying her burdens bare
Back and forth she walks and walks
At her I sit and stare

Side to side the clock ticks by
Our routine stays the same
Side to side, she paces why?
My thoughts I cannot tame

But then she stopped and time stood still
I know not to this day
Why when she stopped, her burdens flew
Like feathers in wind at play

Indenchured lines
From my sheets
Combine
The cutting thoughts
I had last night

Horizontally pressed
Undertoned with red
Remembering
What I mused
But never said

Like razors and knives
My sheets collide
Like cuts, red stained
I sleep to forget the pain