I've been wanting true love,
& I've got a guy who will tell it true.
Not sure if what we've got is love,
but it'll have to do.

To d(liberate)ly love:
the kind I'm in the market for.

Bleeding blood,
we bled it all.
Saying things,
we said it all.
Feeling things,
never happened at all.

I will wait for you,
I will wait for you and I will hate you, too.
I will love you more than you ever do,
but I will wait for you to.

confused convictions
carry so much weight
& grasp my neck with
a hard, hard squeeze.

I want to feel your nose brush across my face;

lips of stone, melting at the break of mine.

This boat we are in strikes an ebb and flow far too often and it feels old.
A day in the past made of gold is too heavy for me to hold, anymore.
So as not to drown, let's let go, let's learn to swim.

Razor phones and razor blades, poignant pieces of teenage days.

and I’m okay with that.

Who ever said that serious couldn’t marry silly and become one.

I'll prove you false.

After all, I’m in the truest love.

I do many different things at many different times
And mostly it makes me feel alright.
But then a few weeks pass and I am back on my ***
Wondering what I did to lose the fight.

I'm stuck in a dreamland, honey, but what else is there to do?

I'm trying to find the right thing,
To feel alright doing what it is I dream,
And if not for me then for who?
What else is there to do?

I'm stuck in a dreamland, honey, but what else is there to do?

A friend asked what I've been up to lately
And my only response was "just livin' life."
"Whatever that means," she said
And, honey, what's truer than that?


I'm stuck in a dreamland, honey, but what else is there to do?

I'm stuck in a dreamland, honey, but what else is there to do?

I'm stuck.

My body is slowly awakening with pins and needles.
My mind is conscious with memories reeling the good in reverse while the bad forces itself forward, jamming my heart, body and soul with the truth.  
I am light. I am floating. Yet I am heavier than the air around me. Afloat with hope bound to be punctured.
I exist through the motions of my day, clawing for healing, love and strength.

feel the sensation
of your insides rotting
within the confines
of a gray cube

they never return your call
says it all

Our age only wants to get it quick and leave it even faster.
And you wonder why they didn't fall in love with your laughter.
Because none of it was ever real, none of it is real.

inside,
outside,
in between,
step back,
push ahead,
onward.

You muttered the words I love you as we fell asleep
I don't think you know that you said it,  but that doesn't matter to me.
I leaned over and kissed your forehead, and when we woke at the morning light, I was finally certain that you were the love of my life.

Are you sure this isn't just a phase?*

Are you sure that the pain will ever fade?

There was a flame
slowly suffocating
until suddenly you blew it out
and now my dim heart
blends in with the dark
and I think it's worth talking about.

I'm a sinner, I'm a saint
but I'll tell you what I ain't
and that's letting you have my mind, too.

be kind
be kind
be kind
let me remind
you
to
return
to
day
one
a sister, a brother
a daughter, a son
be kind
be kind
be kind

why should i continue to pour out to you
you seem not to care one way or the other
i ask my heart why she holds on
to each empty promise,
break again
and become stronger
strong enough to let go

Why is she the bad guy
because you don't get it?
Why does she feel guilty
for all that you have done?
There's never going to be
a good time to tell you that
we're done.

Dreamer until I die/Doer as I am still alive.

If you need some love,
you can have some of mine.
I know I need it most of the time.

To say good-morning,
and to really mean it.
To say good day,
and feel it, too.
These are the things
I wish for myself,
but more so,
I wish for you.

happens outside
when you work
on the interior.

all she can take is for it to get better
and find a way to leave this behind.
her past self would run,
but there's always a reminder.
she can't put this behind her.
no,
no more.

like candles we are born in perfect form, some would say, soon to be lit at the wick by passions and hurtful words and then we melt away into the shape we are not destined to take but begin to take and its our aroma that attracts attention, sometimes it's our color but mostly it's that in which we cannot see.

there's always a reminder.
she can't put this behind her.
no,
no more.

Young woman.
Older girl?
The faint smell
of Ferris wheels swirl
your life upside down

I dream to string
words together,
that one day
someone might sing
them & say
that I mean
everything to them
in every way.

Where do I start
where do I begin

I dream he'll string
words together,
that one day
he might sing
them & say
that I mean
everything to him
in every way.

Where do we start
where do we begin

I want someone
to sing to me
that I mean
everything to them
in every way,
& in return I
will sing the same.

Evergreen,
it's not what you say,
evergreen,
it's how you mean,
evergreen,
& it's how you say,
& it's how you act
& everything in between.

you don't have to do it better if you already do it best.

a feeler, sensitive,
& indifferent
all in one.
What a confusing
thing to be.

I am white as charcoal
It means I'm on fire
It means I've been burnt

My eyes are downcast
My ears are full of song
My mouth is ready
My nose exists
My hands are open

Long list of Starbucks lovers.

being human is the hardest thing we do.
but to wish to be anything else,
whether four legs or two,
green eyes or blue,
i'd still be myself.

You found four last cigarettes,
One for me, for him, for her, for you.

But I said, "Nah, you can't! You've come so far..."
Then I started to think: What's one last drag?

Times before. Yellowed teeth.
**** it, babe, let's just drink.

It's not about where you're going
You said.
It's about how far you've come
You said.
But I wanna go far
I said,
Let's go, come
I said let's go far away, come on

Re-cap:

I cried because the only thing that made me want to find love again was a gun pointed at the back of my head.

there's no other toxic love
than the wind and rain,
except you and I,
we are the same.

I know why they do it.
I know why they do it.
  I wouldn't do it.
  But
I know why they do it.

I read:
there are no stressful situations, only stressful responses.

My, I must be more responsive than I thought.

if knowledge is power,
and beauty is pain,
then she may as well
stay the same.