When you let me go, let me know.
I would hate to think that what is mine is still yours.
Sunday, December 25, 2011
The trouble with summer...
Summer brought excitement.
Summer brought the unknown.
Summer brought love.
Summer brought freedom.
Summer brought lessons.
Summer brought faith.
Summer brought ripped jeans and loosened belt buckles.
Summer brought heat on the back of my neck.
Summer brought refreshing winds.
Summer brought whiskey-stained lips.
Summer brought cigarettes with too much lipstick on them.
Summer brought painted fingernails and a ruby red ring.
Summer brought your hands in mine.
Summer brought your lips to my neck.
Summer brought your feet to my doorstep.
Yet the trouble with summer is that it always has to end...
Summer brought the unknown.
Summer brought love.
Summer brought freedom.
Summer brought lessons.
Summer brought faith.
Summer brought ripped jeans and loosened belt buckles.
Summer brought heat on the back of my neck.
Summer brought refreshing winds.
Summer brought whiskey-stained lips.
Summer brought cigarettes with too much lipstick on them.
Summer brought painted fingernails and a ruby red ring.
Summer brought your hands in mine.
Summer brought your lips to my neck.
Summer brought your feet to my doorstep.
Yet the trouble with summer is that it always has to end...
The Plan
Maybe we could come to an agreement.
I'll love you ridiculously.
I'll love you blindly.
I'll love you faithfully.
I'll love you ruthlessly.
I'll love you unknowingly.
And you, you would be satisfied.
Maybe we could come to an agreement.
I'll love you ridiculously.
I'll love you blindly.
I'll love you faithfully.
I'll love you ruthlessly.
I'll love you unknowingly.
And you, you would be satisfied.
Maybe we could come to an agreement.
Conversation
I would rather not talk about the pain.
Let us talk about the hope, the happiness, and the pleasures we have found.
Then, if we must, we could talk about the pain.
But, I would rather not talk about the pain.
Let us talk about the hope, the happiness, and the pleasures we have found.
Then, if we must, we could talk about the pain.
But, I would rather not talk about the pain.
Monday, December 12, 2011
My Biggest Fear
My biggest fear is that you've tucked me away with your old shoes underneath your bed.
My biggest fear is that you've buried me away in your last Newcastle.
My biggest fear is that you turn out the lights without seeing my face.
My biggest fear is that you don't miss me the way I miss you.
My biggest fear is that you haven't forgiven yourself.
My biggest fear is that you're leaving without saying goodbye.
My biggest fear is that you've lost your sense of wrong and right.
My biggest fear is that you've forgotten.
My biggest fear is that you have not let this break you like it has broken me.
My biggest fear is that you're not mad.
My biggest fear is that you're okay with all of this.
My biggest fear is that you can't hear me over the silence.
My biggest fear is that you're right where I am at.
My biggest fear is that you remember.
My biggest fear is that you've buried me away in your last Newcastle.
My biggest fear is that you turn out the lights without seeing my face.
My biggest fear is that you don't miss me the way I miss you.
My biggest fear is that you haven't forgiven yourself.
My biggest fear is that you're leaving without saying goodbye.
My biggest fear is that you've lost your sense of wrong and right.
My biggest fear is that you've forgotten.
My biggest fear is that you have not let this break you like it has broken me.
My biggest fear is that you're not mad.
My biggest fear is that you're okay with all of this.
My biggest fear is that you can't hear me over the silence.
My biggest fear is that you're right where I am at.
My biggest fear is that you remember.
After all. . .
Remember those things I wanted to say to you but I didn't because I didn't know how?
I still do.
I still do.
Alone
I walked a crowded street until I met you.
Then we walked together. Yes, we walked together.
We walked together for a while.
But a while is not forever.
No, a while is not forever.
Then we walked together. Yes, we walked together.
We walked together for a while.
But a while is not forever.
No, a while is not forever.
Love
I haven't let it ravage me.
I haven't let it rip me apart.
I haven't let it ruin me yet.
But I know it's going to. I can feel it.
I haven't let it rip me apart.
I haven't let it ruin me yet.
But I know it's going to. I can feel it.
Sunday, December 11, 2011
Street Light
Sometimes it gets dark during the walk, and right now it is darker than it has ever been before.
But just because it is getting darker does not mean you are any less safe.
But just because it is getting darker does not mean you are any less safe.
Thursday, December 8, 2011
Anymore
I don't need your coat anymore. I only needed it because it was cold.
And it's not cold anymore.
...it's not cold anymore.
And it's not cold anymore.
...it's not cold anymore.
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Crawl
"You don't haunt my dreams anymore. No, you creep up on me and crawl into my thoughts during the day which is much worse."
Until It's Over
If I saw you...
I'd slap you.
I'd kiss you.
I'd slam you against the wall.
I'd hug you.
I'd punch you until I punched the wall behind you.
I'd hug you ever so tightly.
I'd kick you.
I'd trip you.
I'd fall in your arms.
I'd look into your eyes.
I'd hold you.
I'd slap you again.
And I'd kiss you again.
And I'd kiss you again and again until it's over.
I'd slap you.
I'd kiss you.
I'd slam you against the wall.
I'd hug you.
I'd punch you until I punched the wall behind you.
I'd hug you ever so tightly.
I'd kick you.
I'd trip you.
I'd fall in your arms.
I'd look into your eyes.
I'd hold you.
I'd slap you again.
And I'd kiss you again.
And I'd kiss you again and again until it's over.
Still...
I let you go a while ago, and it still hurts.
I have let you go time and time, over and over, and it still hurts.
I have cursed you and blessed you in the same breath, and it still hurts.
Why is this pain so trivial?
Why does this pain revolve around the memory of you?
Why won't you let me go?
I have let you go time and time, over and over, and it still hurts.
I have cursed you and blessed you in the same breath, and it still hurts.
Why is this pain so trivial?
Why does this pain revolve around the memory of you?
Why won't you let me go?
Monday, November 28, 2011
The Perfect Man
What if I told you that in ten years we'll be in the same place?
What if I told you that in seven years we'll see each other from afar?
What if I told you that in four years we'll be at the same football game?
What if I told you that in one year we'll be at the same fair on the same evening?
What if I told you that tomorrow we'll see each other outside of that coffee shop where we sat in the corner and talked for far too long and stole glances into each other's eyes, but I won't say anything to you...I won't say one God-damn word.
...because I'm still hurting.
What if I told you that in seven years we'll see each other from afar?
What if I told you that in four years we'll be at the same football game?
What if I told you that in one year we'll be at the same fair on the same evening?
What if I told you that tomorrow we'll see each other outside of that coffee shop where we sat in the corner and talked for far too long and stole glances into each other's eyes, but I won't say anything to you...I won't say one God-damn word.
...because I'm still hurting.
Saturday, November 26, 2011
Knee
You're only honest with me when you're drunk or on pain medication.
Now do you see why my heart is breaking?
Now do you see why my heart is breaking?
Thursday, November 24, 2011
Friday, November 18, 2011
Take
I don't know what it's going to take.
But I can tell you it's going to take faith.
I can tell you it's going to take trust.
I can tell you it's going to take a whole lot of love.
I can tell you it's going to take new hope for each day.
I can tell you it's going to take you and me--fully committed, fully here, fully in this.
I can tell you it's going to take patience.
I can tell you it's going to take kindness.
Now, now I know what it's going to take.
But I can tell you it's going to take faith.
I can tell you it's going to take trust.
I can tell you it's going to take a whole lot of love.
I can tell you it's going to take new hope for each day.
I can tell you it's going to take you and me--fully committed, fully here, fully in this.
I can tell you it's going to take patience.
I can tell you it's going to take kindness.
Now, now I know what it's going to take.
Gone
You are gone.
You are not here.
You are everywhere that is away from me.
You are anywhere I'm not.
You are awake when I'm asleep and asleep when I'm awake.
You are gone.
You are not here.
You are everywhere that is away from me.
You are anywhere I'm not.
You are awake when I'm asleep and asleep when I'm awake.
You are gone.
Easy As
I guess it's that easy for you to walk away.
I guess it's that easy for you to forget.
I guess it's that easy for you to sleep alone.
I guess it's that easy for you take a different tone.
I guess it's that easy for you to sing a different song.
I guess it's that easy for you to steal away.
I guess it's that easy for you to be okay.
Tell me, how is it so easy for you to let go because I'm dying to know.
I guess it's that easy for you to forget.
I guess it's that easy for you to sleep alone.
I guess it's that easy for you take a different tone.
I guess it's that easy for you to sing a different song.
I guess it's that easy for you to steal away.
I guess it's that easy for you to be okay.
Tell me, how is it so easy for you to let go because I'm dying to know.
No More
I found out what it's like to break someone's heart.
--someone who is close to you, someone you love, someone who is fragile, someone who is kind, someone who is irreplaceable, someone I'll never know again.
--someone who is close to you, someone you love, someone who is fragile, someone who is kind, someone who is irreplaceable, someone I'll never know again.
Monday, November 14, 2011
Miss You
Missing someone is not selfish in the least.
When you miss someone, you're admitting that what happened between you--it mattered.
To be downright honest, when you miss someone, you're admitting that it still matters.
When you miss someone, you're admitting that what happened between you--it mattered.
To be downright honest, when you miss someone, you're admitting that it still matters.
Turned Tables
You started out over, and I started out under.
But in the midst of revealing and renewing, I ended up over, and you ended up under.
I am where you were, and you are where I was.
I ended up making the decision you started out making.
You made the decision in the end that I was supposed to make.
And now, you're starting to take me under with you. . .
Funny how the tables turn, isn't it?
But in the midst of revealing and renewing, I ended up over, and you ended up under.
I am where you were, and you are where I was.
I ended up making the decision you started out making.
You made the decision in the end that I was supposed to make.
And now, you're starting to take me under with you. . .
Funny how the tables turn, isn't it?
Sunday, November 13, 2011
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Sunday, November 6, 2011
My Heart
I hate when I'm looking for something and then, after a while, it finally hits me that I gave it away...
Saturday, November 5, 2011
Earth Tones
I once knew a boy who hid everything.
He hid his heart.
He hid his emotions.
He hid his thoughts.
Then he took a risk, but he never really took a risk.
He just thought he did.
Because when you take a risk, you let go of all the pieces. And he only let go of what he knew...
He hid his heart.
He hid his emotions.
He hid his thoughts.
Then he took a risk, but he never really took a risk.
He just thought he did.
Because when you take a risk, you let go of all the pieces. And he only let go of what he knew...
Trying Not To Get Lost
When the dust has settled and we can see again, we'll be able to look back. Yet right now, we can only walk so fast through the fog.
Friday, November 4, 2011
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Finally
I will not fall back into old habits.
I will not fall back into old habits.
I will not fall back into old habits.
Tonight, I did not fall back into old habits.
I will not fall back into old habits.
I will not fall back into old habits.
Tonight, I did not fall back into old habits.
Monday, October 31, 2011
Sex
If I designed something so sacred and so beautiful, I would hope that those whom I designed it for wouldn't desecrate it so...
Sunday, October 30, 2011
Sixteen
I feel like I've been dressing up my whole life for the date that never shows up on a Friday night.
Play
Can we a play a game?
Can we play that game where I trust you and you give me your heart?
...that game where my heart is yours and I hold your hands?
...that game where everything I touch is yours and everything you hold is mine?
...that game where we don't lie?
...that game where we kiss goodnight but we never really stop kissing at all?
...that game where we never forget?
...that game where we never stop?
...that game where you and I both win?
...that game where when you fall I pick you up?
...that game where when I fall you lay there with me?
...that game where we get caught up in each other?
...that game where we forget there were ever any other people?
...that game where we realize we're the only ones?
...that game where we realize that we've always been the only ones?
And once we have found that we've always been the only ones, we'll realize it's not a game.
Can we play that game where I trust you and you give me your heart?
...that game where my heart is yours and I hold your hands?
...that game where everything I touch is yours and everything you hold is mine?
...that game where we don't lie?
...that game where we kiss goodnight but we never really stop kissing at all?
...that game where we never forget?
...that game where we never stop?
...that game where you and I both win?
...that game where when you fall I pick you up?
...that game where when I fall you lay there with me?
...that game where we get caught up in each other?
...that game where we forget there were ever any other people?
...that game where we realize we're the only ones?
...that game where we realize that we've always been the only ones?
And once we have found that we've always been the only ones, we'll realize it's not a game.
Thursday, October 27, 2011
The Green Door
There is one door you like to keep shut.
It's green with brown edges.
It's become quite dusty over the years.
It creaks when you open it even slightly.
You like to open it real fast and slam it shut.
You don't like to peak under this door.
You don't like anyone to.
In fact, you don't want anyone to see this room.
But I'm going to tell you right now that I will soon open this door, and when I do, I'm not going to close it, I'm not going to run away, I'm not going to hide. I'm going to walk in and sit down on whichever chair I choose. And you will walk in behind me and discover that the healing has already begun.
It's green with brown edges.
It's become quite dusty over the years.
It creaks when you open it even slightly.
You like to open it real fast and slam it shut.
You don't like to peak under this door.
You don't like anyone to.
In fact, you don't want anyone to see this room.
But I'm going to tell you right now that I will soon open this door, and when I do, I'm not going to close it, I'm not going to run away, I'm not going to hide. I'm going to walk in and sit down on whichever chair I choose. And you will walk in behind me and discover that the healing has already begun.
Teller
I think the world wants you to keep your secrets.
But at the risk of someone else's freedom, you must tell your secrets.
But at the risk of someone else's freedom, you must tell your secrets.
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Sunday, October 23, 2011
Wren & Her Friends
You are lovely.
You are so precious.
You are the most fragile of souls I've ever held.
You are the most beautiful, yet you are so insecure.
You are quite happy.
You are quite knowledgeable.
You are on your way to being free.
You are on your way to bigger things.
Yet I can not help but feel that your hardest days are ahead of you, and because you are in my hands, because you are my own, I will protect you from all harm, from all danger.
You are so precious.
You are the most fragile of souls I've ever held.
You are the most beautiful, yet you are so insecure.
You are quite happy.
You are quite knowledgeable.
You are on your way to being free.
You are on your way to bigger things.
Yet I can not help but feel that your hardest days are ahead of you, and because you are in my hands, because you are my own, I will protect you from all harm, from all danger.
Tight
It's getting hard.
It's getting scary.
And I'm not sure I can carry out the task You've given me.
It's getting scary.
And I'm not sure I can carry out the task You've given me.
Friday, October 21, 2011
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Restore
If I have given them anything, I have given them hope.
And hope isn't something you come across everyday.
And hope isn't something you come across everyday.
Far Away
I didn't break your trust.
I broke my vow. . .
So, I understand why we must part.
But I want you to know how painful it is for me--
It's not painful to let go of you.
Yet it is hauntingly painful to know that I betrayed the One I love.
I broke my vow. . .
So, I understand why we must part.
But I want you to know how painful it is for me--
It's not painful to let go of you.
Yet it is hauntingly painful to know that I betrayed the One I love.
Around here. . .
You can't come around here and tell me you're not over me.
You can't come around here and ask me to be yours.
You can't come around here and tell me that you were always mine.
You can't come around here and ask me those questions.
You can't come around here and tell me that you never found anyone like me.
You can't come around here and ask about me.
You can't come around here and tell me it's okay.
You can't come around here and ask why I don't want the same.
You can't come around here and tell me that I miss you.
You can't come around here and ask why I don't want you anymore.
You can't come around here and ask me to be yours.
You can't come around here and tell me that you were always mine.
You can't come around here and ask me those questions.
You can't come around here and tell me that you never found anyone like me.
You can't come around here and ask about me.
You can't come around here and tell me it's okay.
You can't come around here and ask why I don't want the same.
You can't come around here and tell me that I miss you.
You can't come around here and ask why I don't want you anymore.
My Sunshine
There were days when I didn't think I'd get better, but you were there.
There were days when I couldn't make it, but you were there.
There were days when I wouldn't wake, but you were there.
Where are you now?
There were days when I couldn't make it, but you were there.
There were days when I wouldn't wake, but you were there.
Where are you now?
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Angels & A Ladder
I can't keep fighting you because if I keep fighting you, I will lose you.
And if I lose you, I lose everything. . .
And if I lose you, I lose everything. . .
A Week Ago
Things in my life are starting to make sense.
It's weird because they started to make sense when I met you.
I only met you a week ago.
It's weird because they started to make sense when I met you.
I only met you a week ago.
Was
I feel as though I'm releasing the pieces of myself that got brushed under the rug when I wasn't looking.
Saturday, October 15, 2011
Confessions
I'll tell you something new about me everyday.
And I'll draw a picture, too.
What I tell you will be a lie, and what I draw will be true.
And I'll draw a picture, too.
What I tell you will be a lie, and what I draw will be true.
Saturday, October 8, 2011
If it's True...
If Desire is the opposite of Death, then I understand why not so many have life let alone have life more abundantly.
More
I always asked you to unlock the door when we arrived home late at night because I always wanted to look at the sky a little longer.
I just wanted to believe in something that was bigger than me for just a little longer...
I just wanted to believe in something that was bigger than me for just a little longer...
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Monday, October 3, 2011
'Til . . .
If I can't sleep in the winter, I'll write 'til daylight peaks through.
If I can't drink enough to forget you, I'll look at pictures of me without you.
If I can't dance enough to remember you, I'll add extra leaps 'til my turns lay me on the floor.
If I can't drive far enough to get away, I'll stay in our special place 'til you have a diffent face.
If I can't scream loud enough to stop you, I'll whisper 'til you begin again.
If I can't touch you so that you know I'm near, I'll stand in the background 'til I'm the only one you see.
If I can't find your heart, then I'll walk down the hallway 'til I see your ghost...
If I can't drink enough to forget you, I'll look at pictures of me without you.
If I can't dance enough to remember you, I'll add extra leaps 'til my turns lay me on the floor.
If I can't drive far enough to get away, I'll stay in our special place 'til you have a diffent face.
If I can't scream loud enough to stop you, I'll whisper 'til you begin again.
If I can't touch you so that you know I'm near, I'll stand in the background 'til I'm the only one you see.
If I can't find your heart, then I'll walk down the hallway 'til I see your ghost...
She Has
The Other Woman has feelings...
She has broken dreams...
She has foolish thoughts...
She has weak ambitions...
She has unresolved issues...
She has dark places...
She has unrecognizable faces...
And she has a bit of hope that will only last as long as her next breath.
So, if you please, I'd like it if you wouldn't refer to me as the other woman...
She has broken dreams...
She has foolish thoughts...
She has weak ambitions...
She has unresolved issues...
She has dark places...
She has unrecognizable faces...
And she has a bit of hope that will only last as long as her next breath.
So, if you please, I'd like it if you wouldn't refer to me as the other woman...
To Hold
You are mine, and you are lovely.
You are my darkest wine.
So, if you end up leaving, I'll be fine.
I promise you, I'll be fine.
You are my darkest wine.
So, if you end up leaving, I'll be fine.
I promise you, I'll be fine.
Are you not...
Are you not supposed to lose complete control?
Are you not supposed to be angry?
Are you not supposed to lose it all?
Are you not supposed to try to keep everything in your hands even though you know it's all being taken away from you?
Are you not supposed to be angry?
Are you not supposed to lose it all?
Are you not supposed to try to keep everything in your hands even though you know it's all being taken away from you?
Monday, September 26, 2011
I thought...
I thought when I saw you again--I thought I would smile. I thought I would kiss you, and I thought I would give you the kind of hug that you give someone when you want them to know that you never should have let them go in the first place. I thought I would be happy to see you. I thought it would connect us again. I thought we would be right where we left off. I thought we would add to the story, the story of us.
But when I saw you today, I didn't think any of those things. All I wanted was to be as far away from you as I could be. And I wanted to forget you.
This is why I'm leaving without saying goodbye...
But when I saw you today, I didn't think any of those things. All I wanted was to be as far away from you as I could be. And I wanted to forget you.
This is why I'm leaving without saying goodbye...
After
Did I care more about you? Did you care less about me? Was it not real? Was it too good to be the truest form of love I've ever held in my hands? Was I attached? Were you not attached? Am I crazy? Am I still attached? Is there a cure? Is there any getting over you? Why don't I know? Why can't I just figure you out?
I don't know.
I don't know this time.
All I know is that I'm having a hard time letting go of you when it should be really easy.
I don't know.
I don't know this time.
All I know is that I'm having a hard time letting go of you when it should be really easy.
Monday, September 19, 2011
Affair
We must never speak of it to anyone...
We must never look at each other in public...
We must only brush by each other with our heads to the ground...
We can't find each other in lost hallways...
We must surround ourselves with everyone else but ourselves...
We must take only the quickest route to escape...
We must find a way to breathe apart from each other...
We must find different air to breathe...
We can't keep meeting like this...
We can't keep calling each other...
We must take different steps...
We must forget the life we bring to each other...
We must forget the escape that we bring...
We can't look each other in the eyes...
We must & We can't....
We must never look at each other in public...
We must only brush by each other with our heads to the ground...
We can't find each other in lost hallways...
We must surround ourselves with everyone else but ourselves...
We must take only the quickest route to escape...
We must find a way to breathe apart from each other...
We must find different air to breathe...
We can't keep meeting like this...
We can't keep calling each other...
We must take different steps...
We must forget the life we bring to each other...
We must forget the escape that we bring...
We can't look each other in the eyes...
We must & We can't....
Thursday, September 8, 2011
I think...
My mistake wasn't in thinking that you were different. My mistake was in thinking that you were the same as me.
After You Were Gone
I used to sign my letters to you with the nickname you gave me, and then I signed them with a kiss of your favorite lipstick.
But now I just leave that spot empty because you wouldn't recognize my nickname today, and you wouldn't recognize my kiss. You wouldn't recognize the first thing about me.
But now I just leave that spot empty because you wouldn't recognize my nickname today, and you wouldn't recognize my kiss. You wouldn't recognize the first thing about me.
A [New] Hope
Time doesn't heal. You found that out a long time ago. The broken clock on the wall proves it, and the brokenness in your heart only proves your doubt.
But you've found a hope. Even if it's only in her smile, it's a hope you can hold on to.
But you've found a hope. Even if it's only in her smile, it's a hope you can hold on to.
Post--
Today was the first day I touched my belly since I had lost you. Tell me, where did you go? What are you doing? What do you see when you open your eyes? I still feel my stomach in hopes that I'll feel a kick or two.
I gave you a name, you had a name.
I gave you a name, you had a name.
Friday, September 2, 2011
...remember.
Your hands on my hips and the rush between our lips are two things I'll always remember about summer nights. I also remember how you used to slide my sweater over my bikini on the cold summer nights when we'd fall asleep on the beach. You always said that I would catch a cold, then you would tickle me like I was a child 'til I laughed way too loud. You always said they could hear my laugh in Heaven. And I told you that the angels smiled when I laughed. Then I'd wrap your arms around me--your arms were strong and full of courage. Your arms were a peaceful place to fall asleep. But your arms carried more than I could hold.
New
Your ideas are contagious,
and so is your heart. I can't help but love you.
And I can't help but walk away.
and so is your heart. I can't help but love you.
And I can't help but walk away.
I am...
I am here.
I wonder where you are.
I hear your voice.
I see your face.
I want to know you.
I am scared.
I pretend I'm not.
I believe I've found a treasure.
I touch this newfound treasure.
I feel it; it feels like gold.
I worry it will melt.
I cry because this treasure is not mine to hold.
I am frightened again.
I understand it wasn't your fault.
I wonder where you are.
I hear your voice.
I see your face.
I want to know you.
I am scared.
I pretend I'm not.
I believe I've found a treasure.
I touch this newfound treasure.
I feel it; it feels like gold.
I worry it will melt.
I cry because this treasure is not mine to hold.
I am frightened again.
I understand it wasn't your fault.
Along
I've created a secret for you.
Keep it. Hold on to it. But don't lock it up.
Let it go when it needs to be set free.
Speak it. Release it. Allow it to become the next person's secret...
Keep it. Hold on to it. But don't lock it up.
Let it go when it needs to be set free.
Speak it. Release it. Allow it to become the next person's secret...
Then Again
There was a time when...
I thought we could kiss the sky and swim in the clouds.
I feared I would never find my way home again.
I avoided getting lost.
And, I pretended I was okay.
I thought we could kiss the sky and swim in the clouds.
I feared I would never find my way home again.
I avoided getting lost.
And, I pretended I was okay.
But I've changed...
Now, I remember the way.
I regret nothing.
I wish you could, too.
I hope you'll forgive yourself.
Because now...
I want us to be friends again.
Monday, August 22, 2011
Sunday, August 21, 2011
The Silent Moments
He'll sit with you, and he'll talk.
He'll tell you his secrets, and he'll start to walk.
Sometimes he'll sing a song, and sometimes he'll tell a joke.
Sometimes he'll hold your hand, and sometimes he'll hold you.
He'll wipe your tears, and he'll comfort your fears.
He'll protect your dreams, and he'll hold your heart.
Sometimes he'll spill your coffee, and sometimes he'll eat off of your plate.
Sometimes he'll steal your pillow, and sometimes he'll laugh at you stealing his.
Other times he'll just remember your smile or the way you laugh...
And those are the moments when he just stares at you. Because the way you smile and the way you laugh are quite beautiful. And he's never seen beauty quite like yours...
He'll tell you his secrets, and he'll start to walk.
Sometimes he'll sing a song, and sometimes he'll tell a joke.
Sometimes he'll hold your hand, and sometimes he'll hold you.
He'll wipe your tears, and he'll comfort your fears.
He'll protect your dreams, and he'll hold your heart.
Sometimes he'll spill your coffee, and sometimes he'll eat off of your plate.
Sometimes he'll steal your pillow, and sometimes he'll laugh at you stealing his.
Other times he'll just remember your smile or the way you laugh...
And those are the moments when he just stares at you. Because the way you smile and the way you laugh are quite beautiful. And he's never seen beauty quite like yours...
The Boy With A Tie
I don't think you're selfish, and I don't think you're too pretty.
You just need to be comfortable.
You just need to find release.
You just need to be free.
You just need to be comfortable.
You just need to find release.
You just need to be free.
Cleanliness
You only clean things up because you're afraid to be free.
Not everything has to be so clean.
Not everything has to be so clean.
Line--
I don't know where to draw the line this time.
So, I won't draw any.
I won't keep myself in a box.
I won't think or feel within limits.
I won't put boundaries where freedom grows naturally.
I won't stop when I need to keep going.
And I won't punish myself for the mistakes I make.
Like I said, I don't know where to draw the line this time.
So, I won't draw any.
I won't keep myself in a box.
I won't think or feel within limits.
I won't put boundaries where freedom grows naturally.
I won't stop when I need to keep going.
And I won't punish myself for the mistakes I make.
Like I said, I don't know where to draw the line this time.
Monday, August 15, 2011
Co-
I'm trying not to be envious within my heart, but it's only natural.
I guess that's where the supernatural comes in.
So take this heart and these hands, and let grace pour from them...
I guess that's where the supernatural comes in.
So take this heart and these hands, and let grace pour from them...
Monday, August 8, 2011
Sunday, August 7, 2011
Friday, August 5, 2011
Pieces
I'm not made of glass. I'm made of hidden memories, burned wishes, broken dreams, secret hopes, listless fears, blind faith, torn photographs, distant hurts, still pain, frozen thoughts, forgotten failures, endless wonder, and a forgotten strength...
But you must remember, I am not made of glass.
But you must remember, I am not made of glass.
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Friday, July 29, 2011
Saturday, July 16, 2011
Forward
I still make wishes.
I still have hope.
I still believe.
...And you'd be surprised because you shouldn't wish when you've been where I've been. You wouldn't hope when you've been where I've been. You couldn't believe when you've been where I've been.
I still have hope.
I still believe.
...And you'd be surprised because you shouldn't wish when you've been where I've been. You wouldn't hope when you've been where I've been. You couldn't believe when you've been where I've been.
Monday, July 4, 2011
Steps & Stairs
And soon you will find healing. But you won't find it where you thought you would have. You'll find healing in the tears, the aches, the pains. You'll find healing in the laughter, the screams, the moans. You will find healing where you find Me--
And you will see that I have been here with you the whole time.
And you will see that I have been here with you the whole time.
She
There are traces of you.
There are clouds of you.
There are streams of you.
There are words from you.
There are pictures of you.
There are glimpses of you.
There are pieces of you.
There is so much of you around me. Please, put it all together. And, then breathe. . .
There are clouds of you.
There are streams of you.
There are words from you.
There are pictures of you.
There are glimpses of you.
There are pieces of you.
There is so much of you around me. Please, put it all together. And, then breathe. . .
Fearless
She's not afraid to face the mirror.
She's not afraid to face the unknown.
She's not afraid to face your heart.
After all, she's not afraid. . .
She's not afraid to face the unknown.
She's not afraid to face your heart.
After all, she's not afraid. . .
Start Over
And I think you gave me a second chance--not because I had anything to prove, but because it's not the end of our story...
Monday, June 13, 2011
Little bluebird
You've got beautiful wings.
But even more importantly, you've got strong wings.
And it's time to fly. . .
But even more importantly, you've got strong wings.
And it's time to fly. . .
The boy on the field...
I think he just wants to be understood.
I think he just wants friends.
I think he just wants to be talked to.
I think he just wants people to listen, too.
I think he just wants to be acknowledged because then he'll know he exists.
I think he just wants an escape.
I think he just wants to be liked and to know it.
I think he just wants to know there is more.
I think he just wants to be found.
I think he just wants what we all do. . .
I think he just wants friends.
I think he just wants to be talked to.
I think he just wants people to listen, too.
I think he just wants to be acknowledged because then he'll know he exists.
I think he just wants an escape.
I think he just wants to be liked and to know it.
I think he just wants to know there is more.
I think he just wants to be found.
I think he just wants what we all do. . .
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Friday, April 29, 2011
Garden Full of Errors
That's all for today. Maybe tomorrow I'll have strength to tell you more. Until then, I must rest because the life I live tomorrow and the things I'll say to you tomorrow must wait.
"We haven't got time
for silliness and playful
poems. Prose and rhyme. . ."
"We haven't got time
for silliness and playful
poems. Prose and rhyme. . ."
Together
Maybe we can start anew. . .
Maybe we can start again. . .
I'll tell you my name, and you'll tell me yours.
I'll tell the game, and you'll tell me the curse.
We'll be even; we'll be plain.
We'll be together; we'll be insane.
Maybe we can start again. . .
I'll tell you my name, and you'll tell me yours.
I'll tell the game, and you'll tell me the curse.
We'll be even; we'll be plain.
We'll be together; we'll be insane.
Letter Unwritten
Used...
Abandoned....
Forgotten...
Maybe these were things I had already felt before you left, or maybe I just knew this is how you would leave me.
"And I always play
the same song when I think of
calling you to
apologize for what you did."
Abandoned....
Forgotten...
Maybe these were things I had already felt before you left, or maybe I just knew this is how you would leave me.
"And I always play
the same song when I think of
calling you to
apologize for what you did."
Thursday, April 21, 2011
The Day
"Sleep sweetly, sleep softly. When you wake, it will be the hardest test you've ever faced."
Desert
"When you wake up, I
will tell you what you have missed.
When you wake up, I
will tell you about the last time we kissed.
When you wake up, I
will tell you about my dreams.
When you wake up, I
will tell you that I'm just waiting to wake up from this nightmare."
will tell you what you have missed.
When you wake up, I
will tell you about the last time we kissed.
When you wake up, I
will tell you about my dreams.
When you wake up, I
will tell you that I'm just waiting to wake up from this nightmare."
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
In Your Arms
Your blessings have brought me pain, suffering, and the deepest of sorrows. Your blessings have brought me heartache, healing, and chaos. Your blessings have brought me to the desert and to this wilderness that is unknown and has not yet been traveled. Your blessings have brought me loneliness, craziness, and a madness untamed by the treasures of this world. Your blessings have brought me sleepless nights and tearful mornings. Your blessings have brought raint and thunder. Your blessings have brought me to the end of my rope. Your blessings have brought me exactly where I need to be...
Monday, April 4, 2011
Symphonic
The flowers move, and the flowers beckon. The trees grow, and deep inside, they know. They know we are waiting to be made new, They know it too well.
Separation
"...and I don't think we could be the same. This is what happens when someone changes their name. You won't recognize me the next time you see me. You shouldn't. I'll never be the same again."
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Until You Give In
Your hands should not fit so perfectly in mine.
My laugh should not go so easily with yours.
Our feet should not step together.
Remember, your hips go one way and mine go the other. And this is why we will continually run in circles...
My laugh should not go so easily with yours.
Our feet should not step together.
Remember, your hips go one way and mine go the other. And this is why we will continually run in circles...
It Won't Be Easy Leaving You
"How do you leave someone whom you feel has been apart of your whole life even before you met them?"
Feel What You See
There are hints of gold in your baby blue eyes, but I bet you no one has ever told you that before because no one has ever been that close to you without running away.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
It Is Well...
I've never been down this road before.
I'd like to say that we've taken a wrong turn, but I am exactly where You want me to be. I will not fight You. I will not resist what You are doing.
Lead me.
I'd like to say that we've taken a wrong turn, but I am exactly where You want me to be. I will not fight You. I will not resist what You are doing.
Lead me.
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Off To Nowhere...
Please stop thinking of me.
Because when you do, I think of you, too. And it makes me wonder if we could have something wild and beautiful, something good and true.
Because when you do, I think of you, too. And it makes me wonder if we could have something wild and beautiful, something good and true.
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
5K
There is a quick intimacy about you.
There is also a distance that surrounds you.
Tell me, why is there this distance?
There is also a distance that surrounds you.
Tell me, why is there this distance?
Not Right Now
If I told you that two years from now we would bump into each other on the corner of 4th and Main, would you believe me? I'll be walking to catch the bus, and you'll be late for work. You'll have stopped at a coffee shop other than Starbucks to get your usual, and the only reason we fell into each other is because you always have to check your phone for the time.
Do you remember the day we met? We were both coming around the corner, and we fell into each other because you always check your phone for the time.
Do you remember the day we met? We were both coming around the corner, and we fell into each other because you always check your phone for the time.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Ago
I get tired of listening to you.
And I get tired of kissing you.
Your lips never bring anything new.
And I get tired of kissing you.
Your lips never bring anything new.
Purse
If you knew the pain my heart goes through on a daily basis, you wouldn't be jealous of my beauty...you really wouldn't.
Closer
Your touch was foreign and yet so familiar at the same time.
I hate to say that I still long for it.
I hate to say that I still long for it.
Lost Along The Way
You won't know when I'm lying to you.
And you won't know when I'm telling you the truth.
The sad thing is I won't know either.
And you won't know when I'm telling you the truth.
The sad thing is I won't know either.
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Little Island
The walls of your heart are breaking down in the slowest manner I've ever witnessed. You've found a disconnect, and I've seen that which you lack.
What you don't realize is that, from the moment I met you, I started building a bridge to your heart. And this bridge has braved the coldest of winters. Don't fight me; I didn't come here to hurt you.
What you don't realize is that, from the moment I met you, I started building a bridge to your heart. And this bridge has braved the coldest of winters. Don't fight me; I didn't come here to hurt you.
Friday, January 14, 2011
Wear
"I don't tell my secrets; I wear them."
Did you not notice how they were revealed to you last night when it began to rain? Did you not see the words blur as they dripped into your hands? They are yours to keep, but beware of the cold weather that is to come. My secrets will freeze, and I'd hate for you to carry them around forever. Because when I'm gone, people will ask you about them. And when they do, you must say, "I don't tell my secrets; I wear them."
Did you not notice how they were revealed to you last night when it began to rain? Did you not see the words blur as they dripped into your hands? They are yours to keep, but beware of the cold weather that is to come. My secrets will freeze, and I'd hate for you to carry them around forever. Because when I'm gone, people will ask you about them. And when they do, you must say, "I don't tell my secrets; I wear them."
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Filling Pews
I don't think you are the most beautiful person.
I don't think you are sincere.
I don't think you are kind.
I don't think you know how to love one another.
I don't think you are happy for other people.
I don't think you know how to tell the truth.
I don't think you even know the truth.
I don't think you can sit in silence.
I don't think you have it all together.
I don't think you know what is right.
But I'm just a whore and an addict, what do I know about human nature?
I don't think you are sincere.
I don't think you are kind.
I don't think you know how to love one another.
I don't think you are happy for other people.
I don't think you know how to tell the truth.
I don't think you even know the truth.
I don't think you can sit in silence.
I don't think you have it all together.
I don't think you know what is right.
But I'm just a whore and an addict, what do I know about human nature?
Monday, January 10, 2011
Play Shadow, Fore--
I've written about you before.
I knew you'd be coming around soon.
I just don't know the rest of the story. . .
I knew you'd be coming around soon.
I just don't know the rest of the story. . .
Not-So-Ordinary
"You blush when you smile, and you close your eyes when you sneeze.
Many people do this, but you, you do it so well.
When I'm around you, it's as though there is more to life than living."
Many people do this, but you, you do it so well.
When I'm around you, it's as though there is more to life than living."
Far Gone
The secrets you left underneath my shirt that night were cold and broken like a rose in the winter. Why would you whisper such things? And why would you hold them in for so long?
Your secrets are sealed in my heart. I wouldn't unwrap them for anybody...
Your secrets are sealed in my heart. I wouldn't unwrap them for anybody...
Scratch
Remember those nights that summer?
You would play the music, and I would dance the dance.
The music ended too soon...
You would play the music, and I would dance the dance.
The music ended too soon...
Out of the Wilderness
Soon you will be healed.
Soon it will be a new day.
Stay strong, dear heart, the wait will soon be over, and all that I have promised you will come...
Soon it will be a new day.
Stay strong, dear heart, the wait will soon be over, and all that I have promised you will come...
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Taken
When I promised you forever, I gave you my heart. And when you give someone your heart, you ask them to take the biggest risk of their life. A risk is when something of utmost value is at it's highest stake.
You do not realize the value of what is within your heart, and you do not know how worthy you were that I took a risk for you.
You do not realize the value of what is within your heart, and you do not know how worthy you were that I took a risk for you.
Picking Up & Leaving Off
I can tell you I listen to our song everyday.
I can tell you I miss your soft skin.
I can tell you I still say the same phrases.
I can tell you I laughed at your jokes the other day.
I can tell you I looked at that picture of us last night.
I can tell you I cried too many tears the day you left.
I can tell you how hard it was to stay away from you.
I can tell you why I did what I did.
I can tell you that your friends still like me.
I can tell you that your mom called me to see how I was doing.
I can tell you it will be a while before I'm okay.
I can tell you I still go back to our place the first Friday of each month.
I can tell you cried too many tears for me the night I let you go.
But I can't tell you if we'll ever be the way we were ever again. . .
I can tell you I miss your soft skin.
I can tell you I still say the same phrases.
I can tell you I laughed at your jokes the other day.
I can tell you I looked at that picture of us last night.
I can tell you I cried too many tears the day you left.
I can tell you how hard it was to stay away from you.
I can tell you why I did what I did.
I can tell you that your friends still like me.
I can tell you that your mom called me to see how I was doing.
I can tell you it will be a while before I'm okay.
I can tell you I still go back to our place the first Friday of each month.
I can tell you cried too many tears for me the night I let you go.
But I can't tell you if we'll ever be the way we were ever again. . .
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