Old Songs

I wrote a song

Many years ago, now

When I was thinking of him

Now, I sing that old song

And wonder if he sings the one

That he wrote about me

I Adore You

Have I mentioned today

That I adore you

I mean that genuinely 

To the person I see

But I only know

The half of you 

That protects me

From the half I don't. 

You look weak 

To the casual observer

Who missed the bit

When you chased

The demands away

They'll be back,

I know

Because you all share a home 

Please don't go

No I can't make you stay

I haven't got any strength 

Your insane

I like the rain, 

When I'm under a roof 

And your falling again

Climb back, 

I promise to wait

I make and analogy 

For every episode 

Goats, paper boats,

Falling trees in my dreams

Alone, I got time to kill...

That was a pore choice of word

Alright, sleep tight

Call me when you 

Come back to life

Pills are a joke

An ignorant coat

Sayin 'how is your day' 

Really, your soul

Bled out fully by noon

Be polite 

Take the prescription 

Never fill it

When your fully addicted 

They'll just lock you away

At the end of the day
They'd rather have you for a headcount
in the penal system
Than a member of the voting population. 

A stitch of time

That's all it is

Then we'll be back to

Netflix on the couch

Make dinner, be sinners

All the usual stuff

Dreaming out future plans

Like we have it all to ourselves

Have I mentioned today

That I adore you. 

Paradise

Loving him is like living
In a hurricane prone area

Once in a while you gotta
Bring in the lawn furnature
And board up the windows

But all the rest of the time
It's paradise.

Fish Tank

It's like standing outside a fish tank

When my fish has got the flu

I want to tell him it will pass

I want to say I'll wait right here

But my yells will be too muffled 

If I tap the glass, he'll hide

So I stand outside the fish tank, 

And send my love inside.

Silence

Silence is the
Only force great enough
To hold
How much I love you

Caterpillar Gone

I can stop loving you

As a butterfly can return 

To a caterpillar 

In the first place, I don't want to

And in the second,

I've misplaced the cocoon. 

Bruised

My feet have been bruised 

For the last time

Kicking in doors

That were never mine

I am done walking highways 

After midnight

And keeping track of tides

Other than my own

I proclaim freedom 

From the current 

If it flows the other way

Let another woman fight it

I am strong

I am worn

I am wise

I am done