"Now listen, my best friends mommy, I'm sorry
For hugging you
So tight"
Is what I couldn't get my mouth to say
Instead,
"Sob, sob, sob"

She dropped me off, my best friends mommy
That day
When my daddy shared his news
"She's left"

She was never really here,
Believe me, She was never REALLY here
Is anyone really with you when they don't love to be?

Now listen, mommy
These are the things I was sure of
One - my tears burnt my skin as daddy hugged me hello and gave me the news
Two - you weren't coming back, were you?
Now listen, mommy,
I was ten years old, still a baby
Expecting the world
(Not really) ( I expecting you to come home to)

S at on the lowest step looking down, down at no one
E xhausted just looking up, up at everyone
A t the beginners mark, marked with frustration
T ook me by surprise, surprised they'd come back for me

He said it on a whim
Or did he?
"You're brilliant"
To me

Shoulda' felt giddy, like I do
He did, but I didn't

Oh, dear heart
he didn't mean me

Yep, I knew
He meant him
He saw himself in me
In me

No, I'm not in love
But I love him
Or do i?
For who he is

Post a letter to
your memories
Say hi for me
Print it in italics
and go way back
Make the letters dance
like your love did for me
Say it sweet, say it beautiful
Sign it with a kiss

I'm a servant to my dreams
As bitter as it seems
I'd say no, not today it isn't

Assumptions you made to pain
the every word that comes out
of your mouth, that falls from
your lips so to say

I'm a servant to my memories
As bitter as it seems
I'd say no, not today it isn't

Throw away the regret
left on the outside of my own
faceless fears and weaknesses

Tap, tap, and tap faster now
to the beat she’d exclaim

Her fingers would dance over black and white keys
as her expression screamed passionate
She held herself up with ease, dressed in love
Poise could very well be her middle name
Patience and respect dangled, I imagined
from her tousled brown hair
Laughter to be thankful for in her piano lesson

Clap, clap, and clap faster now
to the beat she’d exclaim

- salome albrecht

Awake to your heart beating
      in your stomach, in your thoughts, in your skin,
wildly
      Awake to your fingers clasping your
own chin
     As what sounds like another man
but isn't, he's you
     screams aloud words you can't make out
Awake to your chest in a cold sweat

Only then,
Awake and
tell me
about your
so called
          nightmares

- salome albrecht

"Amy's eyes are the color
of loneliness
If loneliness were a color"

So they said, but who were they anyway
to judge a girls face

I had thought until the very day
loneliness caught my eyes
and held my  stare

My heart sank and I was apprised
Of the loneliness trapped
in those young girls eyes