He was kind,
Funny,
Cute.
He had done some things,
He'd messed up,
But nonetheless,
He was him.

She wasn't special
Or worth his time,
She'd messed up.

He said he loved her,
But it wasn't true.

And before they could even make a move,
She knew he lied.

So they left it there,
Untouched.

She remembered,
But she wished to forget.

He'd moved on,
After all, lies don't last.




One day maybe,
She'll forget.

One day maybe,
He'll remember.

Hello,  I am a puddle person.
I'm certainly not the only puddle person, of course.
And I often think I'm more puddle then person.

I lay on the floor still.
People come by and see themselves reflected in me.
Sometimes they step in me,  and drops of me splish around and evaporate.

I'm content being a puddle it's, comfortable.
People are aware of me whether looking at themselves, tip toeing around me or jumping in.

I am NOT invisible.

Love me or hate me this puddle person isn't going anywhere,
until I become more puddle then person.

This is it
This is goodbye
I get it
Why even try

These clouded thoughts
As I think of what to say
To you
Before you leave me today

I miss the feelings
Knowing you were there
Thinking about me
When you close your eyes

Without you I am not quite sure
What to do
When the cold wind blows
Who knows where I will go

Say you'll stay with me
And I'll give you my all
No matter what you say, or do
I'll always be here when you call.
Why can't you love me?
I just want to know
What have I done that's so wrong
To make you want to go?
We've been through so much
I just can't say goodbye
You know I'll always love you
So give me one good reason why
Why can't you love me?
I just want to know
What have I done that's so wrong
To make you want to go?
I'll always be by your side
No matter what comes our way
Please don't run from me
I just want you to say
Why you can't love me
I just want to know
What I can do to make it right
To make you not want to go?

He dreamt about love but his dreams went blank

A mind full of stars but he had an empty heart

Shootings stars can’t grant his wishes

The desires of peaceful sleep

He longs for that miracle

That thing he misses in the eve

The bed he lays down

Perhaps the pillows he shed the tears

He yearns for her the girl in his dreams

As thoughts go by they danced in moonlight

A blanket of darkness yet surrounded by light

He goes on sleepless nights wondering about

The girl in his reveries

        The girl he thinks all about.

I am an alcoholic
Drunk on you
Sober 52 minutes and counting;
Down to the next glass.
You're bad for me,
But I keep swallowing the burn
And I crave you after a long day
After a hard day
After a good day
With every meal
And for every celebration
And to spend those rock bottom moments
On the rocks with you
But the ***** is
You're my whiskey and coke
And you leave me there, with only
My loneliness left down to choke.

sometimes i feel too much
sometimes i feel too little
i wish i could stay in that happy place
that lies right in the middle

when i feel too much
it's a torrent of emotion
a downpour of epic proportion
and i pray for it to end

yet when it does i don't feel enough
i'm numb, frozen, depressed.
I then pray for this to end
and i'd do anything to feel again

so i'm stuck in this happy limbo
never feeling quite right
like goldilocks in the three bear's house
i can't sleep at night

I have my grocery list in my hand,
a pack of razor blades
a gallon of bleach
a bottle of *****
an egg
I have my grocery list in my hand,
but I am listless.

Sometimes I crack a smile
when my dog wakes me up with his kisses
Sometimes I make eggs
for him, of course,
I would never waste them on myself
With this list, I'm gone
I make my dog eggs and me a bath
For me, bleach, *****, razor
soon to be listless no more
I open the bottle and welcome the burn