Haven

With you I feel safe

Protected from it all

I jump with no care

I know you’ll never 

Just let me fall

I can come to you

Because you will look after me

There’s few places like this

Where I can be free to be me 

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Shut Out

I presented myself

Showed that I belonged

I thought I was already in

But I still find myself

Screaming

Shouting

At glass walls I can’t seem to climb

Looking for the password

That I’ll never find

Open sesame won’t do

I guess I’ll never get through

Emptied

She gives and gives 

For what? 

Drained near the point 

Of no return 

But

Who saves her when she needs it? 

Who extends an arm to pull up

Back to the top? 

Who makes her pain stop? 

No one

I refuse to stand by

And do nothing 

As her world faded to black 

I will give all of me

Down to the skin off my back

Just to make her whole again 

Too Much is Toxic

My love penetrates

Down to the core 

It fills you to the brim

Till you can’t take anymore 

I’ve been called toxic 

Because of the side effects it brings

It causes people

To do some crazy things

I try to control it 

Because if I let it run free

The power of my love 

Will end up destroying me

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Battle Against Fate

Life wanted us to wait forever

Just to be together

Now that we’ve crossed that road

We’re still fighting to be close

Delayed and cancelled flights 

Unexpected expenses 

Keep us far away

Distance will make us stronger

Isn’t that what they say? 

I can’t wait till it ends

To hold you in my arms each night

When everything in the world

Will once again feel

Just right

For Her

Transparency was the word used
But when it comes to the truth 
Why would you pick and choose?
Makes me wonder
Did everything reach the table?

I wonder if he told her
That behind her back
He bonded with her friend 
She’d smile in her face during the day
Joining in in the games we played
Then find her way into his bed at night 
He had to have told her… 
Right? 

Did he tell her about 
The girl who goes to her church
The one that bakes
She had the icing he needed
He had his cake and ate it too
He told her 
He just had to

Did he tell her about the sleepover? 
Waking up and kissing another in his bed
Did he mention she kept coming back?
Did it slip his mind?
It must have been that…

I wonder 
Did he forget to mention
Falling in love? 
Did he speak of
Trying to drown his feelings 
The vodka instead 
Leaving him unable to drive
Did he tell her where he slept? 
Tell me it’s not another tidbit kept

Did he talk about the forbidden place? 
Where he knew he shouldn’t be?
He couldn’t help but get more
Of the one who helped
Break her heart before
Maybe he couldn’t confirm her fears
So some things he didn’t share

Did he explain things like
When she couldn’t get him at night
Where exactly he was
And what he was doing with who
He should have
If he really wanted 
To be true…

I still wonder if he told her 
Or was it all hid
I guess he doesn’t have to tell her anymore 
Because…
I just did…
Shh…
No secrets

Serial

Why do some men feel

That it’s ok to break hearts?

Is the craving for control so strong 

That they don’t realize what they’re doing

Is completely wrong?

Breaking down their partners 

To the brink 

Edging on self harm and self hate 

To the point where 

They’re too weak to walk away 

So they stay

Because no one loves them

They’re crazy

They’ll never find anyone else

At least… 

That’s what they’re told

Little Things

The little things mean more

They scream louder

They carry more weight 

But because they’re little

They’re often so easy

For us to miss 

Mrs. A.

At the end of the day 

It will always be you

No matter what they say 

And no matter what they do

The more life tries to pull us apart 

The harder we fight to be closer

Try as they may, they’ll never

Be able to get in between us

There’s just too much trust 

Yes, we fall short

But no one is perfect in this world 

We just dust each other off and start again 

Tweaking ourselves ever so slightly 

Fitting all the pieces where they go

The puzzle that is our love

Is only meant for us to solve

Until the end of time 

I’ll be yours and you’ll be mine 

Recycled Art

It belonged to him

An intricate piece

Meant to be adored 

Maybe it wasn’t

What he was looking for

So he threw it away 

For something “better”

To each his own they say
Lying in the heap of discarded things 

It was picked up by another

Who took the time to look

In all the places 

Never explored

Somehow it became 

Even more beautiful than before 

Restored

His love will be rewarded

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