Empty eggshells Line the floor And you can’t walk across Or get to the door. You can’t reach your shoes,
We have tendencies to be self destructive and it was only ever our fault, yours and mine and we were never okay.
I fear That now There is no real me. I wear a mask of personality And pretend I’m happy.
And we were always running never to but always from and always running... And we were always hurting never for but always from
If I died And no one knew, I don’t know. And I am scared And everything hurts
Knowledge is pain, Knowledge is power. The beauty of knowledge Seems so tangible and so beautiful… That mankind must have it.
The clouds in the distance Sit, patient Oblivious to my need For rain They promise the rain
Hi Dad. I’d like you to know I’m finally Unboxing each memory Framed
What am I without poetry, Without words, blossoming on the page? I would be but a shell of myself And you would find me
My heart Is a glass ball Delicate Awaiting somebody Who will cradle it gently
I do not know All of the answers. I forget sometimes And I’m not always right. Don’t listen to me,
As you walk away, Without looking back, I stand here, heart in my hands. I wish you had stayed Or that I’d done something differ…
The wind– A finicky rush That has to be somewhere else All the time. The faint echoes of summer
I’m sorry I never told you About why I was so nervous around… I’m sorry I never confessed Because you moved on, And I didn’t.
Tired. So tired. My eyes fail and my soul gives up.