I put you on a lifeboat and watched you sail safely through,
As I drowned in the ice cold waters thinking about you.

I've struggled and faught to keep my head afloat
In hopes that you'll come back for me in your little lifeboat.

We did our best to avoid the iceberg, or so I like to think
But being the Titanic we were doomed, bound to sink.
 
And we broke so quickly, like it was out of the blue.
Turns out love isn't a strong enough glue.

So here I swim in the freezing sea of sorrow
Hoping to find warmth in a better tomorrow.

I can try to pretend, pretend that I'm not sinking,
But all the while I can't stop myself from thinking.

Thinking that if I can just stay afloat for a while
You'll come sailing by in your little lifeboat with a smile.

But you won't come, you've already reached dry land.
So I struggle for my life, for anyone to lend their hand.

I can only hope that hand comes before I freeze.
Oh Lord, send me my own little lifeboat, please.

12/17/13

From sands I arise,
to the faded skies over,
these hardened eyes,
and overexposure.

The bone-dry plains,
and arid weather,
have crackled my skin.
this sun-baked nether.

Drain on morale,
and eroder of soul,
nothing left now,
so I dig my last hole.

the yellow-white sea,
it stretches on.
it thirsts for me.
I am--long gone.

What it feels like
To feel like a deserted path
that no one takes
because they have fears
because they dont know where it leads
and are afraid to take
the risks ...
To feel like an
abandoned ship
stuck in the middle
of strom struck deep
blue sea ?
To feel like
a jumbled up puzzle
with a missing piece
destined never to be
found ...

I'm in the grips of a sleet storm
helpless on a Thursday morning,
walking on a deserted field,
where the boys play some pretty sport.
they say they're in love
but they leave it in winter
so what was the cost to start it?

slowly stepping through the woods
careful not to ***** myself
or tear my skirt
or lose my mind
on those crimson thorns.
In the back of my mind
i hear a siren, it's real
here it comes, there it goes,
silence.

That's the silence of someone calling for help.

I'm in love with the pines
at the edge of the road
not the road itself.
hot headlights search me while zooming by
search through layers of clothing
nod, say "alright"
and they're gone.
If I look back I glare
but that seems to be rude now.

down at the traffic light
i'll cross the street when I want,
but for right now i'll study my
glossy shoes.
there's pieces of sky on them

and there's an old empty house behind me
it's paralyzed and hurt
and people drive by
it uses sparse pines to cover itself
from uncanny stares.
it would like to dissolve,
maybe today
or tomorrow
but right now it's getting dark.

and i'm trying to find my way home