Sunday, January 30, 2011

Saturday Mornings

Sleeping over at her house is so easy.
Like being a kid again.
It's clean and lived in and parents talk.
And saturday mornings were happy again.

Saturday, January 29, 2011

alive

Yoga mat and cinnamon scent
Rearrange furniture and let the sunlight in
Let it be, singing together.
He's so proud of her.
So proud.
Thats the way it's supposed to be.
The way I was supposed to be.
Loved and grown and happy.
That's the way it was supposed to be.

Unnecessary

Crazy how somehow you sing clearly.
When everything else gets lost in transit.
What goes on in your head.
Stewarts coffee.
I feel guilty if I ignore what they're doing.
How they treat him.
I need to make myself remember that it's wrong.
That we all deserve better.
That it's so unnecessary,
And I am Different.

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Wonder.

So here I am.
I don't know why, but I remembered your birthday.
For some reason, I still feel like I have to make up for who I was to you.
I don't want anything back, and I don't want a second chance,
but sometimes I miss you.
And I have no idea why.

You're probably out celebrating.
Having the time of your life
Just like you're supposed to.
I know for a fact that you've forgotten about me.
And I'm glad. You never needed that part of me.
And neither do I.

Have the time of your life

Settle.

Filling out
My application
For community college.
I shouldn't
Be asked to settle.

Saturday, January 1, 2011

Nothing,

Nothing happened, I'm just not happy.
And you know, happiness is temporary
But so is feeling terrible.
And right now I am in between
I am going nowhere, just empty.
And it seems to drag on and on.
And I'm sick of it always finding me.
I'm so sick of coming home.
This place is pitiful.
And I am lost in it.