I don’t want to hold onto you anymore, said the voice in my head Oh, but you will regardless, piped my heart, kneeling in a garden of flowers plucking out the weeds one by one.
Words that Cut
I want my words to cut you slice you into tiny pieces to make you understand how it feels to wrap your self-worth in trivial things like messages from you.
Welcome the Imperfection
They say the soul is imperfect with edges rough, irregular soft yet varied and that your purpose in life is to find the person who can make you feel whole — but what a waste of time trying to find another soul when you can enjoy the lovely one inside you.
Unabridged
Let this drum beat cut the ties between us, clean off the cobwebs on an old instrument I used to play for myself music so sweet I almost forgot my own body’s hymn a rhythm meant for this soul unabridged.
Same Open Field
You make me wanna run as fast as I can feel the wind in my hair as I look back to see if you’re still there, running through the same open field we’ve been promised for too long.
Limbo
Learn to live in limbo with the truth and what could be
Bloom
You pop in and out of my life like the sun slips in front of and behind the clouds a fickle force of nature, yet I still turn to you to help my flowers bloom.
Sampling Truth
This feeling wells up in my chest I feel it brimming to the top of me until it’s teetering over the edge and I can see you smiling to yourself and so I sit back wishing quietly that I could take a bite of you hoping maybe I can taste the truth.
To Land
You were so familiar running my fingers over the keys of this old typewriter almost Like I’d written your name before, but when I pressed the first letter of your name, years of rust both upheld & defended the key from landing.
Thoughts Like Balloons
Do thoughts of me caress your mind like fingers running through your hair? Because thoughts of you swell in my mind expanding like balloons and popping under the prick of a single pin.
Why Pears 