(2015)
Didn’t they know that people cared? That they were loved? Why didn’t someone tell them?
He says I could never Get away with murder For I leave Pieces of me everywhere
To love reading Writing and words And not be able to Communicate Frustrated
I struggle to Keep it together Maxims and mottoes On repeat In my mind
An idea In my head Falls flat On paper Read it
I had it all In my head And then I said Words I do not know which ones
Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall
Desperate for his attention Knowing it will drive him away Jealous of a game - how lame Choking self-esteem where I lay Desperate for his affection
May sun is warm An old friend You have missed June sun Still smiles
I will be Forever in debt To my mother Any gift Would come up short
Your enthusiasm exhausts me This coke is flat The bubbles disperse Leaving a sticky and sweet Aftertaste
Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers
Have you ever felt A hole inside of you Something dead inside Where your heart Is supposed to be?
The ugliest shade Of green We envy The car The job
Long and slender Her every movement Deliberate and graceful Composed as She listens quietly