Forced To Be PerfectI'm all alone,but I don't care.No one can see the beauty of being simpleFor once.Remember those retched wordsThat flew from your mouth like lies?How they cut into my skin and penetrated my soul?Back then I hoped that you would feelSome sort of sorrow, some form of pain.It never came, you continued living just as beforeEverything shattered.I'm all simple,But it's too simple for you.You would rather a complicated knot feasting in your hands,Then one delicate beauty such as myself.I know that you were a wrong road now,"The road not taken.""So I took the road less traveled byAnd that has made all the difference."Even now as the sun sets and my loneliness sets in,I start to sing to myself.Singing from all the pain you've given me.Someday I hope to turn this wound into a treasure.
UnlockedToday they gave me back my heart.And I know it was kept in a glass case,Protected from all the world,But understand me when I tell you this:Hearts need oxygen too.They said "You're almost fixed, so don't worry,It'll all be just fine." with their surgical masks on.Like a firing squad, my heart dosed its self in water,Preparing for the worstAnd remembering how summer felt.When you're in a glass caseYou can't smell because there's no scent.Noises deny you, for the glass is too thick.Tastes wont remember your tong,Because glass cases aren't comforting parents,But cold, arid units of glass.Today they gave me back my everything.And on the way out the door, I whispered."Thanks for everything, Mr. and Mrs. Doctor,You helped me move oceans and create new worlds."
Pathways Through A GardenYesterdays leftovers are still sitting in the fridge,Waiting to be eaten.I have no sympathy for them,They have been passed off as uselessFor the needyAnd plentiful for the rich.Yesterdays beginnings and endings are still swimmingAround in my desk drawers, waiting to light up cities.I have no room in my life for them.They have been dubbed pyromaniacs.They have reminded me that corn fields love fireAnd firehouses hate it.Yesterdays somethings and partial credit is still in the back of my mind,Waiting to someday believe in themselves and become whole.I have no sympathy for them.They have become paths through my heart,Eating what tastes rottenAnd preserving the sweets for later times.
Two RoadsYour boots crunch on gravel ten miles away.I can hear you, hug you,Speak to you, and try to know what road your heartIs tracking,But I can't.We're ten miles apart, if you haven't noticed.And I wish with all myApartment-style life that we could be walking this roadTogether.Your heart thumps in your chest,And I can hear it vibrating off your rib cage.It get's frantic when you run into little bumps along the road,But returns to normal after a while.I can wish with all my might,But it will never change.We're still soul sisters,But we'll never truly understandOne another's pain.
Warm In WinterYesterday was a boat of emotions.And at times I thought I was to die,But then the second after thatEverything fell into it's proper place.I'm whip lashed from the exquisite feelingOf sure happiness compared toUtter heartbreak.
December Love StoryBefore you even speak a wordI know exactly what wordsYour lips will caress.It's magic, isn't it?This simple, beautiful intuitionThat we share.Before I respond with aSimple"I love you."You return the favor.Your red, velvet scarfIs a stark contrast againstMy white, cold hand.It's plush; a warm blanket recentlyTaken out of the dryer.And the world around usSeems to be holding its breath,Ticking its clocks in anticipation.Looking into the future toSee who's going to makeThe first move.Before your hands reachFor mine, I know before it happens.The emotion tracing acrossYour face gives you away.And your hand is nice,Warm, but with just a flash of flushedCheeksOn a December morningWithin the snow.