Truth was a breath
of cold November air
Escaping from her soft lips
Truth was warm
a breath of purpose
A spoken word
Tasting sweet nuance
A fresh, crisp blow
of season's new flair
Something so subtle
yet undoubtedly alive.

October, gradually going to November.
If liquor can erase
my entire hard drive,
then so be it.
But just of you.
Just of…

Just of… who?

Penultimate month, November
Tending memories’ eternal ember
Sparking thoughts, grand and tender
With honor and thanksgiving to remember
For each who of the human race are a member

Oh, how I wish I never met you.
You sculpted me into the person I am today.
You taught me to be an amazing human being with out you.
You once said,
I’m insecure and I will always need a man.
But you know what?
If a man is anything like you,
I will never need or want one.
You once told me I was a loser,
But if I was a loser I’d be a beautiful loser.
You once said if I died you’d be happy
But if I died, I’d haunt until the day you died.
Maybe make you feel the way you made me feel.
Dad, I don’t need you. And I don’t want to need you either.

It's been a year and the streets are a little brighter, and daybreaks are a little colder, and everyone seems a little happier. But forgetting has become way harder and longer, darling, and Novembers still feel like losing you.

sixty-five million
broken hearts shattered, not glass-
the glass ceiling waits

Wretched voice
Boxed so thin
Rubbed-raw noise
Sandpaper skin
Beaten crest
Lasts for years
Naked nest
November tears
The season’s stall
Before the laughs
The worst of all
The ugly path
A sun burned green
I waste away
While they all wait
For bright Friday.

There is November
in my eyes, April
in my mind and the heat of August
in my heart.