Posts Tagged With: Poetry


I wanted to be perfect
before I understood.
I wanted to be
at once
so I could fill the empty
of whoever needed it most.
As I grew older,
noticed my patterns and reactions,
I wondered
if my subconscious
was making up
for Someone’s short comings.

I lived two lives.
Like, somehow, if I could do twice
as much work, twice
as hard; achieve twice
as many things,
I could successfully replace
the hole
left inside of everyone.
Even though I knew
I’d never be enough,
I still tried.

Because when
is so lost to you
you lay awake at night,
listen to every sad song,
wonder if you’ll ever see
again or if this is it,
how can you not try?
When you love
so much their absence
leaves an ache
and all the wrongs
still equal a right.
When you’ve cried all your tears
and you couldn’t possibly go on;
exhaustion pulls at every muscle;
you haven’t slept in days.
When is enough, enough?

Would death be better?
Your heart breaks
The emptiness merges with your soul.
You learn to live with the hole.
Because when
is alive you
The life giver.
the life killer.
Hope will break your heart
every time, because
is lost
maybe there is no hope.
Hope says,
There’s still life in
Bones. There’s still
won’t die. There’s still
will get better. There’s still
will come home.
Hope says,
Things can change.

When they don’t,
you break a little more,
and a little more,
and a little more,
until you’re clinging
to the last sliver.
Until you’ve given
everything you have.
Until you’re left thinking,
‘I’m not good enough.’
All you wanted
was to be good enough.
How could you not be enough?
After everything you’ve done,
How can
still not see?
How can they still not see

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I Save You

I dreamed about you again.
I went into the closet and you had forgotten your coat.
It was raining.
I worried that you would be cold out there, all alone,
But I didn’t know where you had gone.
I was scared.

In my dream I save you.
We talk like the bad stuff never happened.
I laugh.
Every night when my head hits that pillow
And I am spirited away to that far off land,
I meet you.

Today I dropped a knife.
I caught it wrong side up.
I bled.
Somehow the pain I felt didn’t compare.
Sitting on the kitchen floor,
I cried.

You went to a faraway land
Somewhere I couldn’t follow
I ran.
But I couldn’t catch up
Somehow you were gone.
I fell down.

Reality is a lonely dream.
Life doesn’t exist without you.
I hurt.
Every night when I fall asleep
We meet, we talk, we laugh.
I save you.

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