I miss my mom.
Not the one that gave
birth and
"raised" me.
No, I miss the one that I never had.
She'd come home and give me a pint of ice cream and a smile.
She'd help me believe I'm enough.
She'd just be there.
I just want her to be here.

Orange hair on a hard mattress.
You smelt of lavender and gin
and I knew in some adverse way
that I was responsible for both
and from it I took small pleasures
all of them equally as perverse
and unjustified.

It's all the motions of unrequited love;
except it's as far from unrequited as it could be
and I'm happy about that.

A man once told me that someday I might be happy
that I didn't get the things I so strongly yearned for.

He said might, but he did not emphasize it.

Mr. Grey melts my cares away
learn to take the time and say
"I love you"

A true and loyal friend is he
Mr. Grey reveals to me
all that I wish to be
far away
me and my cup of tea

Never asked for more
than what I'm destined for
Maybe that's too much
out of reach and out of touch

Sitting here, sipping on
another day has come and gone
swept away in the monotony
maybe it was never meant to be

Mr. Grey you take the time
to warm my bones and clear my mind
leave me feeling so sublime
until the day when I want more
I'll just sit here by the door...