Trust IssuesWhat if the reason your phone is busy is because you were talking to another girl?What if the reason you are out is because you're picking up someone else?What if the girl you insist is just a friend is something a hell of a lot more?What if the reason you looked at your ex's profile online was because you miss her?What if the conversation we just had was in front of another woman and you both laughed at me?What if the trip I've taken is a way for you to run off with someone else?What if you are so dead inside from the women who have cheated on you, that you just don't think much of it if you do it to me?What if you don't care if I'm in pain and hurting?What if you are hiding something and just not telling me so you can have your cake and eat it too?What if you don't notice if I don't call you for days?What if you just don't care if I'm around or not?What if the reason you play that song is because you are longing for someone else?Or how about I just stop playing Harriet th
BrevityMy mind is buta house of cards,its contents wildly flung;and if madness isa monster's mouth,I'm caught upon its tongue.
Thousand-Mile LoverEverything feels likeI'm wading through water.Falling into blue,my heart is calling.It sounds like you.Kissing in summer downpours,as if the weather mattered.I feel you on my skin,although you've never touched it.You're indescribable,somewhere past comprehension.Promise me you'll be aroundto pull me close before the years get shorter.And the distance is a bitter pill,but your voice cancels it out.
Maybe, it's okay to not be okay.i.Their lungs collapse,Their hearts in their throat.Walking along the suffocating crowds,You hear their voices fade.How are they supposed to breathe again?ii.Their laughs come easy.They’ve learned to deal with it.But how do you shut out the voices in your head? It’s not okay. You’re not okay. iii.Their bright unblinking eyes,Masking the sorrows behind their smiles.Even fairy tale characters would be jealous,Of the strength within those tiny shoulders,Who carry the pain,But still keep moving.iv.And Maybe.Maybe, sometimes, it’s okay to be not okay.Maybe It’s okay to break down and cry.Maybe, you don’t have to be strong all the time.And maybe, it’ll be alright.
Little DoorsOur excitement was yellow,like the school bus.Stuck to the plastic seats,we bounced with the freeway trafficas I counted the wooden doorsin the sound barriers.I pointed them out to you,and you couldn't un-see them.You un-saw me.I became the color of the lockers,blended with the lacquered floors.As we grew, you painted me invisible.When my eyes catch on the highway, now,I count the doors and reminisce.If I painted my name on every arch,would you remember?