People say bad guys make all the bad choices.....
But the truth is......
They didn’t have a choice.

And I ran with
The ribbon cutting
Ceremonial scissors
Celebrating my brave
Resolution to not
Make bad decisions

Thank you
For pushing my stuffing
Back in place
When I have one of
Those days

I would do it myself
But I can’t reach

It means more
Coming from you anyway

We will find our needle
And thread someday

Love,
Your grumpy 
Brown eyed bear

Fly, light, like a dancer,
spin, stop and ask
but there is no answer

Jump, dip, scream your question,
welcome your sentence
of death at confession

∞
bad things.
good things.
what are those?
everyone is both,
so no one f*cking knows.

i am
the fork in the road
while others choose
i stay

left AND right
good AND bad
happy AND sad
love AND hate

the forgotten third wheel
unable to decide
destined to remain
stuck in the middle ground

I dream in pink
I dream in comforting colors
I dream big and I dream hard
Trying to escape this world and depart

The pink I dream of is now on my dress,
with stitched white flowers I try to impress
On my birthday with a smile & stare
would I be happy with lungs devoid of air?

what if I decay and become one with the soil?
that should be enough to end my turmoil
Tearing me in half between life and death
Oh, little birds, I wish I was in your stead

I dream in black and, sometimes, in blue
it really just depends on my heart and its rue
for all the times I let it break apart and bruise
then patched it up, with some parts loose

I will blow a candle,
Officiate a new year
just like every time,
with a smile & a tear
For a year has passed,
And I’m still just as torn,
between wanting to be here
& wishing I was never born.