Ahh,
Another day.

One to let my mind wander,
And let my mind play.

Life is substance,
similar to clay.

Just shape it,
Any ol' way!

I'm a creature of habit, who lives to inhabit
His world around him, so I can live lavish
Forget my mistakes, they give me headaches
So I point my blame finger, whatever it takes

They won't get me, to admit bluntly
That I have made faults, lock them away in a vault

They just can't know, what i've been through though
What if they're like me, and judge insistently?
They won't understand, how it is in my land
I'm a creature of habit, looking for the right gadget

To show me the ways, of getting away
From the people that know, what it's like to grow

I'm a creature of habit, who sings a sad ballot
Of a lonely life, where strife comes at night.

There are pleas
that disguise themselves
in trees
that whisper in the dark-
Like a crinkle in a kiss,
or the words that you'll miss;
too late for meds,
too late for sleep
this time.

We ride on the beaches
with cool kids and leeches.
We **** blow off the ground
because there are times you feel,
and some you fake
when everyone is around.
The bodies in red
that you leave in your head.

The trees tesellate
into nooses and goodbyes.
And I swear this isn't the first time
that you've loved me
like it's the last time;
when I've been something to lose.
The love you have
is the love you refuse.

Your cries are milk-
I wish your cancer was mine.
To be a mistake.
To be left behind.

There is a little star
Twinkling overhead
I see it from my window
As I lie upon my bed.

There are many others
Who for attention vie
But this one in particular
Lights up my blackened sky.

Some stars, they are white,
Some stars they are blue,
But this star is golden...

... and this poem is for YOU.

♡♥♡♥ + huge hugs
Catherine