I see the white picket fences
Even you have one
I worry I’ll never get mine

The fence I have is around my heart
I want someone to cut it open
But I’m afraid no one wants to

I’m afraid that I can never be loved
That no one will want to call me theirs
Maybe I try to hard
But I’m just being me

My mom says I’ll find someone
“You’re so beautiful” they say
Then why don’t I see that

I hope you can break down my fence
Open the gate and walk right in
But please close it behind you
And hopefully never leave

the grass is always greener
on the other side of the fence
these are the rules
i don’t make them
somebody is always going to be better than me
should i look up or down?
to the glowing sun
or the deep blue sea?
this is the blood, sweat, tears
of thirteen years
of hate and love for myself
this is the breaking
this is the growing
this is the healing
this is the faking of my feelings
against who i am inside
the grass is always greener
on the other side of the fence
in their ocean eyes i see the
future and in mine i see the past
in their hands i see pure bravery and
in mine i see brute strength and no control
and on their face i see and angel
on mine i see a spectre in
a twisted mask
that chips off
with every single one
of my tears
the grass is always greener
on the other side of the fence
from this side of paradise
all you see is my broken heart
and your hands quickly sew it back
as another stitch rips.
the grass is always greener
when you are on the other side
because no flowers would ever grow
if never washed with rain
the moon is always brighter
when the sun is there to shine
on its beautiful, silver face
that would be hidden by our
shadows till it melted into
space. this is the breaking
this is the growing
this is the healing
this is the alpha
this is the omega
this is the end.

While  we were drunk in love..

Never did I know he was sitting on the fence....

The rug
Lying underneath your feet;
Been on the ground
So long,
It's stuck to the ground.

The fence
Standing deep, anchored in soil;
**** rooting down
So deep,
It's part of the land.

The frames are clean,
The pictures seem
Like history.
Once upon a time,
I was
More than furniture to us.

But now:

I want you to see me,
Like the door you can open;
I'm more than what's inside your home.

I want you to want me,
Like you used to everyday;
I'm that girl you wanted to make time for when you're alone.

Now, are you not alone?
Is that why
I'm the rug, fence and your furniture?

I know I work from home.
I know I got a lotta things to do.
I know I haven't lived up to the best of expectations.

I'm still that girl you fell in love with.
I dream beyond every bandwidth.
I take my time to really be sure.
I wanna do it without complications.

But I know,
I bore the hell outta you.
With my
Nagging that could turn ears blue.
But I
Promise that I love you baby,
You gotta see me in the light of the truth:

I want you to see me,
Like the door you can open;
I'm more than what's inside your home.

I want you to want me,
Like you used to everyday;
I'm that girl you wanted to make time for when you're alone.

Now, are you not alone?
Is that why
I'm the rug, fence and your furniture?

the body turns
and trembles
and opens

you didn't tell
me that the green
was closing in

but the fence nailed
open
and turns
and trembles.

Those Malibu
Smarties
The kick
in her
Picky
ways
Being Nosy
Days in
or out
Too
long
((Pinnochio))

Sipping
Italian
Cappuccino
The cozy
Vineyard
Calvin Klein
Wild horses
couldn't
stop you
or keep
Time 4-U
Only you* *
2 B pushed
Far in
Wait---
The Star wins
What about the ?
I hope the
first choice
My pick
The picket fence

His Polo-top
his
pants
banged
into something
In her way
He knows
He must
redo it
over
The lover
of the
picket fence
He
walked
into her
White website
Starry
moon

Over Yonder
Lake picnic
lagoon
White lights
She wonders?

Wise white painted
footstool
Owl-prowl
Right -Time
traveler fool
He sent you
his drink

Hi and wink
mystical glance
Those block parties
food for the soul
No control
Clogged your
arteries
White
picket
  fence

You went
in France Wee we
Small regrets bites
White jacket websites
Journal Police
There was no
picket fence
Wed rice
Became long_
hallway
Hallucination
more visualizing
He picked you
To be reborn
reincarnation
Like death do us
New birth so fuss
Like many
Dying
You lived
deeply
in his
trance
He Loves your eyes
to his doorway
How he
leads you
there is
no denying

a grey dove now coos
on the deep cream painted fence
neath a light cloud sky