We are both just stupid kids.
But I often forget this
and compare you to things
much greater.
My favourite thing
to compare you to
is a thunderstorm.
You seem dark and gloomy,
but you release light in times of
incredible darkness.
And I will never be
the kind of girl
who hates thunderstorms.

How pathetic is it
That everytime I hear the roaring
Of a diesel engine
I turn around to glance
Secretly hoping it may be you
But you sold your truck,
And you no longer come out
To this part of town.

How pathetic is it that everytime a sad song
Creeps up on me
On the radio
My heart begins to pound
And the sound of your voice
Swirls around in my brain
Like a never ending vortex
And I'm reminded
Of everything you once said
The song may be over,
But I still remember it word from word
And I always seem to find it
Still stuck in my head

How pathetic is it
That still to this day
You're the only soul that's ever gotten
To me
So deep you pierced my heart
Your mark is within me forever
And it never will heal
The scar will forever be noticable


How pathetic is it
That when I lay down at night
I replay the whole past in my head
I remember every word
Every detail
And the exact way you said my name
And If you said my name
One last time
I then could die a happy girl

How pathetic is it
That you control my every day
Yet I have not seen you in almost a year
And you are always there waiting for
Me
In my dreams
I just can't seem to escape from you
And once I awake
I'm left feeling as if a hole was punched
Through my chest
I feel so empty

Maybe tonight I'll be able to
Get you off my mind for a little
When my blood is flooded with alcohol
Even then,
You cross my mind and I feel
Myself wallowing in my own sorrow
Dreaming of the future we could have had
And wondering where it all went wrong


Its beyond pathetic knowing
I'll never get over you
Even though you're over me
And long gone
Never to return to this part of town

I'm pathetic and I'll admit it
Only because maybe you'll see
I need you
And come back and save me

As I put down my phone
turn off my television
take out my headphones
close my laptop
and look up
into the distance
at the trees bending
with the wind
the clouds smashing together
in a dance with passing planes
and wild birds
in one
massive
chaotic tapestry
I'm reminded
what really matters,
and it isn't me

i'm not going to
bury the past,
i just need a
change of setting.

I didn't know you well
but if I did
I would tell you
how your smile lit up the room
how you're eyes radiated life
and how much I admired
you're ability to stay strong
and carry the weight of the world
in the palm of your hand

but I know
she knows
you know
that sometimes
the world gets too heavy
and the weight is too much
and if you need to rest
we will do our best
to understand and accept

it's not over yet
and truthfully your story will never end
you have an eternal place
in our hearts
and in the world

I believe all things will happen
as they do
and if this is the way
things have to be
then I will remain optimistic
because clouds always have
their silver lining.

i'm beginning to
become weary of
carrying these skin
and bones.

these skin and bones
are beginning to
deteriorate like an old
rusted bike under debris.

darling, only your love
can make these broken
fragments of skin and bones
shimmer like they once did.

your love is the only thing
that can make me
feel whole again.

you can judge me for bleeding a different shade of red
but I'd rather you not see my blood at all
I know it's in your nature
to dig under my skin
but please just this once
let me bleed on my own
so that soon enough I won't have to anymore