4.25.19

It’s not that I lie awake at night
It’s not the distance or time
It’s not burning, broken nerves
It’s not the last time we’ll cry

It’s not like revolutions happen every day.

The thing is that you changed me
Like alchemy or chrysalis
And I don’t know what I am anymore
When you aren’t around

I have no idea what I’m doing.

One day I’ll stop being insecure
Looking over my shoulder
Wondering who is trying to
Sweep you away
Its not healthy
But if you saw you the way
I do
You’d see why everyone
Is a threat
Because you
You change worlds
You changed mine
The impossible thing to
Believe is that maybe
I changed yours too

4.24.19

Take a break every once and a while
Too fast, too soon, ER rooms
The weight will be there when
You’re ready, tomorrow
And again, and again

DON’T LET THE GREEN GRASS FOOL YOU, DON’T LET IT CHANGE YOUR MIND

I’m here I love you
I know it hurts
Just stay with me

One day, it’ll be okay
You’re going to be okay
Not now, but one day

Just hold on baby
As long as you can
Until I hold you again

Still, the climb down seemed longer now.

Same day, more pain
She says she’s sorry
Even though she’s
Who hurts inside
Tell her she’s not alone
Even over the phone
Just share in the hard
Times when its okay
It’s okay, It’s okay
It’s okay to cry

4.23.19

What’s the point of living if you don’t dream

Love is painful
If it’s anything
At all

When the breadth and depth of a conspiracy is so malicious, denial is often easier.

I need to see you asleep
Before I rest my eyes
To know you’re safe
In my heart and mind

We’ve cried more than most would ever guess
Over a decade of loss written in skin
Scars and surgeries, missed opportunities
A heartbeat, ripped from bloodied hands
But still, side by side, ‘till our dying days
Never found a battle we couldn’t win

4.22.19

Tell me a story to
escape the pain
Let me know
there’s a reason
to go on
again

Just because you break doesn’t make you broken.  You’re not broken.  You were mistreated.

Wind down hours nursing injuries
Self- torn tendons and bone
Aches written in anxious nerves
Icing a burning, inflamed soul

Always look out for the quiet ones.

Add up a million scars
of bad moments
or memories

Paint them with ink
build up muscle
be strong

Write a song in stars
constellations pale
to your curves

4.21.19

Sitting off the edge of a boat
Watching a sun set once more
You wonder if you’ll ever be
More than waiting for another

The universe does not notice whether we live or die.

He smiled and said the odds are good
Eyes bright in the window light
Older and repeating himself again
Facing the odds the only way he knows
Wondering what conversations we
Have to say, that we haven’t
I tell him to listen, to take care
Of himself, and get better
There’s things to look forward to
Turn fears of incontinence in
To jokes about incompetence

Hold each other up, to push each other on, make each other better so that when the time comes, you succeed when others fail.

treat others
like every
conversation
could be
the last
ever