right in front of me
i watched a man pull pepsi;
half drank; from garbage.
and i thought how we think we’ve all been there.
to justify the sight of melancholy.
half smoked butts, or bowls,
or a pair of jeans all week:
for week on week on week.
or hoping things are better today.
walking to the store,
with no money for gas.
or preferring black coffee:
haven’t fit milk in the budget for months.
pretending you can
sympathize with other lives
that face true hardship.
or watching the birds of the balcony,
seeing things are better today.
looking ten years back
i forgot what it felt like
to sit and listen.
album after old album
music comes with memories
I know full well
that you are the best thing that ever happened to me.
I can’t give you my heart.
Because all those I’ve given pieces of it to
family, lovers, friends
have all cut it out.
And thrown it away.
So if I give you the last bit of my mangled, scarred soul
just to watch you stomp on it
I’m scared of what I’ll become.
In that pain, in that emptiness.
How am I ever
supposed to trust this fickle
and misguided heart?
I want to paint the most beautiful picture. Leave it for my sister. Climb up some high point and tell the world how much she means to me.
My sister is kind, had you from hello. She shines. Wouldn’t believe how many people she’s helped.
If I left anything out she put everything in. This is for My Sister.
I think it’s one of the most terrible things to feel in life.
turn into blinding hate.
At this place in my head everything done life running smoothly, heart decided, why did you choose me. There’s only room for one at this fork in the road.
At this place