(2014)
Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt
Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump
Inspirational quotes Are full of crap Whatever meaning Is lost In the sea
The more you treat me like a nag The more I become one I’m sorry if I micromanage Your clean clothes Your hot meals
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me
Clinical smells Polite strangers The only thing worse Than being here Is to not be able
Why do we love sunsets? Distinguishing fascination What other species Must stop and stare A romantic couple
If I could paint a man Eyes so dark they shine Brooding and stormy Til the smile breaks through If I could paint a man
Left on a leash Is no way to live He disappeared I like to imagine He’s running in a field
The news hit me Like a punch in the gut I threw up two times From the pain Knowing that I
I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread
Tomorrow Has not yet come It’s promises yet to be broken Tomorrow Is bigger
Some I like to share Fresh out of the oven Don’t let it get cold That’s why I wrote it Emotions in that moment
By nature high-strung But I thought I was strong If not physically, emotionally For things to roll off my back Be mature and take the high road
An idea In my head Falls flat On paper Read it