(2014)
It’s not pretty When I cry People get almost as embarrassed as I
How can I write how I feel When what I feel is nothing? How can I tell you what I need, What is wrong? When what is wrong
The news hit me Like a punch in the gut I threw up two times From the pain Knowing that I
My soft spot My sweet boy I’d do anything for Who convinced me Little boys are the best
I love to hear poetry read Rather than performed I love to hear each word Appreciated Rather than memorized
My heart breaks A little each day For problems I can’t solve For things I can’t change All I can do is pray
You must commit To an outfit Where are you going? In sporty yoga pants Athletic top
You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this
Love is sincere Sincerely Wanting to connect Love makes you crazy Insanity that makes you fly
Good secret Bubbles inside Let me out Bad secret Indigestion
Husband and wife Companions for life Mature love that deepens And mellows with time Life’s eroding winds
The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive
Inspirational quotes Are full of crap Whatever meaning Is lost In the sea
Hospitality To love a stranger It need not be much For one who has little Will appreciate it
She is no longer Part of my life I’ve moved on My life is full With friends