Hardest thing to do.
Tough to look in the eye.
Why can’t this be easier,
even when you know it’s right?
Bombarded with yells.
Arguments attacked.
Why didn’t you love me
the way I loved you?
You simply don’t understand.
You just don’t listen.
I just hope you know what you’re losing.
I do.
When is it ever easy,
when someone gets hurt?
All of a sudden you know me so well.
You don’t know me.
I’ve been here.
Where have you been?
Sorry, I’m good at throwing strikes.
You don’t even see the ball coming.
This mound is mine.
Don’t walk across it.
The water is deep.
The park grass is dead.
When is it ever easy,
when someone gets hurt?
As the sun sets beyond the Valley
walls,
I say goodbye to a love once cherished,
adored.
I have sinned Father, but who is left to forgive
me?
It’s passion, it’s not
love.
I am confused at best.
Sugar coats your fiery words.
Just speak your mind.
I’m listening.
I’m somewhere in a cloud and it’s raining.
That was the worst car ride we’ve ever taken.
I’m sorry it had to end that way.
Last night, my mother dreamed we were doomed.
Tonight, I sobbed in her arms like a baby.
She told me I needed to do the right thing.
Overthought and underappreciated.
You asked me to try. I tried.
Who could stay happy that way?
All projects need work, but two workers.
The rain is ending. The cloud has moved.
I look around the room and I am loved.
Can you see where my mind is?
Lost at sea and I’m wandering.
I’m looking for someone.
What was rock has shattered.
What was ice has melted.
This isn’t cool.
Hallucinations hit.
I don’t know what to believe
anymore.
Why can’t they be heard?
Why can’t our heads turn in the direction
to where they yell for our forgiveness
of whatever they did that made us forget them?
I would love to think that it doesn’t mean anything
that our dish soap is made by some company I’ve never heard of,
but it does.
I would love to think that it doesn’t mean anything
that my mom has to fill the shampoo bottle with water,
but it does.
I would like to think my dad not working is just
a sign of the times,
but it’s not.
Sports car in the garage,
but only cereal to eat.
Digital cable, flat screen TV,
but no milk to drink.
College tuitions, hundreds in text books,
no gas to get there.
Being a middle-class citizen with a grip on what once was,
a reality is shared.
Come quick.
I am calling you over from your walk that will guide you past me.
Speak now or forever hold your thoughts.
Blowing wind is a sharp reminder that lips should have moved.
She should’ve been kept alive.
So blind.
Didn’t even know it was raining.
So deaf.
Didn’t even know it was raining.
Not tonight!
We will not speak of overspilled curiosities.
Take what you love.
We’ll leave quiet.