the one. three words:

"I.

     love.

                you."






(we've lost touch)

every morning
betwixt and between
will they fill my place
with someone else
or am I given one more day?

go to school
I see my friends,
walking over to them
I know what they're thinking

there he comes again
such a loser
why do we bother?
**** him, I hate him
let's freeze him out

but when I get there
they're always smiles and chuckles
always cracking jokes
at the poor disabled kid
and I'm laughing with them.

i will always regret
the words I didn't say
more than the words
I did say.

the hardest part about not drinking
is how quickly that number of days
can be
ruined and
reset
just by cracking open
one beer.

the other girls didn't work
she would have
if she was still with us.

nine years old
such a beautiful girl
sparkly eyes
long, dark hair
and still haven't lost her
zest for life.

she gets tucked in at night
and is sung a lullaby
everything is quiet and happy
but only up until this point.

in the eye of the storm,
her covers are ripped off of her
her pajamas torn apart
her face is filled with
tears
sweat
fright.

****** in the dark
she sings him a lullaby
scarred for life
devastating
and who would have thought
it was her brother all along?

i kept our love
in the pocket
of my favourite coat
where it would be safe.
it stayed there
for days
just getting cozier
and more pleasant.

I didn't notice the gaping hole,
which only seemed to get bigger
as our love
poked at it all the time.
slowly falling apart
at the seams.

one day,
our love dropped into
the lining.
And I never wore
my favourite coat
again.