Written in a bar

If I never loved you,

Who would I be?

Would songs sound as sweet?

Would I still be me?

Moon beams bounce and reflect

and it all seems so sane

and later...anything but.

Would all this be,

if I did see,

If I didn't believe

in never giving up?

If I didn't believe

in us?

-Written January 7th 2012

Go ask your Mother

I'm a past tense bitch.

And the window beckons "escape"

the doors whisper "freedom"

but the tiny finger smudges remind me

I'm home.

I have this deep rooted feeling,

I'm wasting away.

A skinny tree bending to the wind

A seed flooded with water,

the children asking

"Why won't it grow?"

It's simple

it just wants to die.

-Written August 18th, 2011